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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