By
Zafar
Have a man go search for an aimless arrow
Have him think for an indistinct instant
Of a life going by with a soundless thunder
Have him ride by a murmuring world
Through a smog of light-less plight
With a quiver of ageing hide
And a glass of sightless eyes.
When once he stood with a knitted brow
Decked with an impatient impulse
Of unclear aims and lofty planes
And dreams destined too deep
Upon his cavernous eyes, he had shot
An aimless arrow for the ark.
Not by his own will, nor his ka
His way is long lost, lorn and torn
Moved by earth, tide and whim
His path is askew, untold and unseen
Forgotten far away lies his mane
Flung wide awake now is his soul.
Time toiled hard to teach
When he lisped his lies to life
With his mind in knots, his arms entwined
He was moored away
From the song of himself.
Too late he has learnt
It's an uncertain melody--this world
Without the beats of your own heart.
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