Wayfarer

Prose Poem

Distant voices,

Resounding,

Hollering,

Echoing…

A call from wilderness,

From the deep abyss…

A call for return,

To where I belong…

I head to nowhere,

My steps know no caution,

My only light, my only motivation,

Is the swarthiness inside me…

I am a wayfarer,                    

My journey is a zero,

It holds nothing,

It encircles everything…

 

 

 

Reviews

[Siddhartha]

Your journey is an odyssey Haseeb and nothing is zero...And your journey, it may not hold anything but it touches everything...

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. i subscribe to you but i dunno how i missed this ... this is absolutely brilliant and overwhelming, haseeb ... i am so happy to see you post again ...
. but i must disagree with you ... your journey is profound ... what you've learnt is precious ... you are wise and perceptive ... that's what counts the most ...