poem end of the line

Poem End Of The Line

Poetry

Seeking the sun who disappeared along back
I scared; these pitch-black days screw me tightly

But I run I run I run alone through this darkness
I don’t know where is my destination

I don’t know the ways I have passed
But I am sure my precarious days about to denouement

Yes, I see a babbling brook beyond
A blue light has spread around me

I fell down on the banks of brook
I can see sky become more bright and shine

I wink my eyes

I hear flapping wings, that comes to me
I can feel I am floating on waves of wind

Yes, I am going , I am going ..

 

By 
Azmi
 

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