Blessed is he;
To have around
A magical circle
Of selfless friends
Or should I call his well-wishers!
They rightly have scolded him
For being a cliché
And boring the audience
With the pangs of his unrequited love.
He then tried to explore
Opportunities afresh
And liberated his imaginations
From the shackles of morbidly.
He appealed to the nature
To offer his wandering eyes
Those springs of beauty
Where the bluntness of his wits
Could get some sharpening
But the nature was busy
And turned him down with a cold heart.
Then he tried to focus on
The bruises of aggression
Printed on the landscape
of his unfortunate motherland.
The attack on her chastity
Had left on on her soul
The marks of deep scars
To be discerned by his decayed mind.
He gave up the idea and returned with
Defeated looks and broken zeal.

#I_quit

© Badee Uz Zaman