Disappointment

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Let God decide fate of people

I being one among these

Material judges of world; short sighted, can see

But to peep deep through and through

One lacking quality.

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My fate is right, not my words

My destiny is right, not my acts

To be free of miracles is to be practical

Even if art does flow, for unknown

That is worthless in this cocoon.

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My lines are true to my heart

My words are borrowed from art

Healing my wounds by weaving

Few thoughts through my words

Bewildered, I let some of these to chase

Worldly appreciation, like an insane.

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During deep slumber in a dreamy night

Disgust woke me up soon

Like if a deer turned lion

Lamenting over change

In my thinking, in my aim.

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I take a deep breath and a sigh

For my art and its cry.

TARIQ