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

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