WHY


Do we have our reasons,
To celebrate grief and mourn seasons?
Days roll by waiting for nights.
Like a reset button, we live with a cloak of plights.

When the orange ball bounces upright,
We are transposed to showers light.
Walking on the amber and crimson in fall.
We adore pink, yellow and pastel haze on the wall.

Youth grips brittle bones defying gravity.
Smug colors the canvas with sanity.
Ain’t there back pedal for retakes?
Can we use eraser to fix mistakes?

Heaven or hell with entry and exit,
Life after death, does it exist?
I browse the net simplifying the logic,
Abortive attempts and I earn the illogic.

Fruitless labor in my clouded mind.
Try, shall I retail therapy to unwind?

Comments

  1. Kinza ishaq bhattiJuly 12, 2021 at 7:40 PM

    Realistic 💗

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  2. Mohammad MoosaAugust 15, 2021 at 12:23 PM

    I felt the same way during the summer holidays, regarding about time.

    Spending more time on finding better information sources is much better than taking hours of your time on reading random articles about religion. It’s about winning better games, you get better prizes in return.

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