Seeker Poet

Here we stand, knees deep in fire, Weeping, cursing, hurted along, In middle of the Yellow disaster, Forgotten for what we left home, Hands waving from here till horizon, Not a single to help, all to unravel our soul, Death just waiting for us to somehow give up, Life's pointing to graves and prisons, We all hardly dare to know the truth, That we don't know what may happen tomorrow, In between this aging turmoil, We all Dream The Impossible Dream. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

Finally the moment arrived, One awaited for eternal long time, When all these times will end, That started in deep past forgotten, It started when i was young and free, It took me to heights of unknown trees, I followed the road in hope of beyond, I stumbled, i fallen to find out who's me, I have all these memories, The tears not forgotten, I won't lighten my backpack, Even if it outweighs my expedition, It holds the lessons, experiences all i had, The moments i lived, when i died long aback, I rose again by blessing, not by strength of mine, I live under the mercy, in the grace of one divine, It's late than the usual, i know but i'll carry on, To finish the undone, to get back the gone, I am here once again to the one last ride, A change that may change the spin of life.