The sun spins
The man sins
The flower wilts
The bird tilts
The cry yearns
The child learns
The wave splashes
The wind lashes
The clouds pour
The echoes roar
The time races
The spirit chases
The light shines
The horse whines
The shrouds tie
The crowds lie
The spirit sighs
The star dies
The memory fades
The footsteps cascade
The oath vows
The will bows
The lightning crackles
The rope shackles
The man weeps
The man weeps—
The soil seeps
The being decays
The thread frays
The breath heaves
The conscious leaves
The man accepts
The man accepts
The world decepts
The heart lurches
The raven perches
The night bellows it’s reign
The effort kneels in vain
The blood dries
The raven cries
The man tries
The man tries
-Basma
About the Poet-
Basma, from Pakistan, studies sciences but has a deep love for all forms of art. She occasionally dabbles in writing and enjoys experimenting with it.
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