O freshness of a spring flower!
Come and fill my soul
O brightness of a summer sun!
Come and enlighten my mind
O withering of an autumn leaf!
Come and teach me ‘life’
O silence of a winter night!
Come! And possess me
My words are silent
My sentiments don’t reveal
There’s a fuss in my spirit
But how can my heart feel?
This world’s full of ‘weeds’
Yet no one that could heal!
MY WORD!!! Am I rusted??
Hmmm…I’m empty in my peal!
Looking through the window of my existence
I see my world inside me
Opening my heart to my soul
I feel the strength inside me
Tampering with the blood in my veins
I experience the flow inside me
Though contemptuously ‘rusted’ on the look
It protects the best inside me!!!
What, to the world, I have to show?
Nothing of my own, nothing to glow
But then I see others too
People---dull, sluggish and slow
Covered with the brown hay of rust
Waiting for the globe to blow
O my inspiration! Where are you???
This eccentricity hampers me to flow!!!
I wanna escape, this place is rusted!
Inept and inflicted, even the fetters are rusted!
I wanna break the shackles, live on my own
But where to go? Even the sunshine is rusted!!!
BY usman anwer