By Hirra Sultan


The light of soul may dim sometimes

And the situation be all bleak

The darkness slowly creeps in

Aura turning all blue!


Eyes blinded by floods,

Not a soul in sight

The weak muscles all screaming,

‘Get somebody for support’


A cry heard far, far away

Yet not a soul turned up

Energy, emotions wasted so…

Oh! If only


Expectations, love is all farce

Nobody stands by for long

Water ebbs and flows forward

Who wastes time on a stuck up soul?


In those moments of loss and despair

Do you find your reservoir?

The identity, your individuality

And that dependence is addictive too!


(The poet is Placement Coordinator CSE-B 4th Year Sharda University)


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