burble of the running stream,
rustle of the rushing breeze,
birds clinging to their asylum,
and here i am about to freeze:
trying not to be sun of oblivion assaying myself in some frame
death could be my reincarnation, agonising, my ardous path to fame:
IBNI RASHID
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 9:18 AM UTC
fury which charred my soul red
abated with ashes all along
indiscretion now seemingly not mine
rail now no more evidently wrong
no more the music tasting melody
neither any remorse nor sad song
fancying am I here and now
apparently this is where I belong
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 9:11 AM UTC