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