Poetry

Lost

Lost

in state of ecstasy

there is my heart, mind and soul

when you lose your reputation

when you are lost in the crowd

when you lose your crown

when you lose your nursie

when you lose your hope

slowly, silently someone took your everything

there’s no earth below, no sky above

thus, death is not the greatest lose

life is going minute by minute,

day by dragging day,

and in many uncaring ways.

 

                                                         ~ Zarnab Humayun

                                                           Pakistan

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