Red Door 29

POETRY
The lost soul
The dejected soul is trapped in the cage of my skeleton,
I am unaware of the fact, how to set it free?
Sometimes it seems our very own existence cost us a lot.
The great burden on my shoulder,
everyday, shatters me into miniscule fragments,
I haven’t smiled so long the way I used to,
My jovial soul is lost somewhere,
I want to run as far as I can,
beyond the galaxies,
deep beneath the core of earth,
I wish I could become air and get dissolved in it,
or maybe a water droplet that just flows,
I am inclined to become night sky, calm and composed,
my heart is enclosed in a hard coat,
the first rays of the sun cannot find their way in,
standing at the verge of desolation,
the optimist in me wants to abandon hope,
the great legend in me can no longer stand
the torments of thorns,
because they bringing blood every second
When I was penning down all the woe from the ink of my
very own blood,
someone whispered in my ear from the sky above,
with every hardship there is ease,
undoubtedly with every hardship there is ease,
your Lord has not forsaken you
nor has he become hateful of you,
your Lord will give you so much that you will be pleased,
because I am Al-Reman, the most compassionate.
My eyes filled with tears,
Those words were enough for my consolation,
Not a single query in my heart was left to ask,
I know, I know a day will come,
When I’ll stand in sunshine,
brave as a warrior,
staunch as a mountain
On that day the hard coat of my heart will break into flinders,
the sunlight will fall upon it,
and a new flower of hope, bliss and triumph
will bloom from it,
From where I fall, I’ll rise beyond it,
On that day I’ll unchain the dejected soul and set it free,
I will find my jovial soul,
the lost Soul.
Iraj Shariq,
Karachi, Pakistan.
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