HOMELESS SOUL

O my readers and punters!
Sireen eats a humble pie,
Calling Lucreec Loll, my Lamp,

He could not be the one,
He’s lamp,how, I question myself?
Like, liting the darkness?
(Sigh!!!)

Not bringing in the clusters of radiations,
Not enlightening the Homeless Soul,
But to Spill her down,

He waved it off by engraving,
No health left in him,
His skeletal system being useless enough,

Yet strong enough to much and sup,
Stout enough to shout out for sunlight,
Life is a reverse parabola, doesn’t he know?

With the ran droplets flushing my ace off,
I found my Sunlight as she held me,
Held me, amidst of the shrouded sky.

Seerat Gulzar

Seerat Gulzar writes under the pen name of Sireen. She is currently pursuing B.A Hons in English and Literature from IUST.

9 Comments

  1. He waved it off by engraving,
    No health left in him,
    His skeletal system being useless enough…😌❤️

    More power to you 🍀❤️

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