Poetry

Loneliness My Grave

In the desolation of lonely cage

I hang on to the pole of seclusion

where life seems lifeless

And all my happiness had gone

 

I believe in heavenly  change

Yet waiting for the rainbows of gold

looking inside and out, so that I can fold my loneliness

Spotting the little wick of mine wit to break the cold

 

Waiting for you since long, yet watching

The videos about life solving riddles

To find the resolution, I imagine so long

And reached at the darken pole, where I also find the lonely dark grave of mine solitude.

 

                                                                                 ~Saleem Raza Jakhar

                                                                                     Sindh, Pakistan

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