Lost & Found


Lost in the reverberatory of dreams,

I often find myself burning into coal.

Ending up to reason myself;

Amidst the struggle between the real and allure.


Thousands of questions daunt me,

Why do I’ve to think? I know not why.

They cluster in my head, leaving no vent;

When I can do nothing, except a sigh.


Plenty of prayers go without an answer,

Then why the mind tussles with those.

Things that cannot be changed;

That’s where the destiny comes into force.


I’m not someone who would give up on destiny,

Is that why it shows me the highs and lows?

I would still not give up, but this mind,

Dates back in time and droops me with blows.




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