THE DINGY ORIGIN
The dingy Origin And the hasty wind asked by And the striking glimmer searched by Where does your origin rest? My existence hurried restlessly Hunting a reachable Answer I belong to the city of severance Where abandonment is a ruling ally And rejection is a constant companion I settle in the Slough of despond Where struggling is a constant tussle And surrendering is a cyclic hustle I sprawl under the bare sky I count the same stars once and again My roots stretch far to a devided conscience My origin binds me to a hollow soul Netted with darkness Intertwined with uncertainty Half chosen half self driven Undesirably lost! - Ali Asad Zia