Search- A Poem By Saleem Mir

Digging deep into
My crumbled Being
Found a spear
Scratching its interiors
To know the causes of its wounds.

Which still weeps and shouts
With pain, vexation and agony and is
At the brim of ruination

Nothing comes to heal it up
Rather cuffs of guilty and shame
Feelings of hate, envy and like
Deface it more.

Yearning for, that some eternal
Powers shall be sent from the above
To stitch its wounds and lesions
To let it breathe a sigh of relief.

Let it not turn to be a pipe dream!

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