by Asim Rafiq Mulla
Wishful world is wild and wide,
Aims, Ambitions, An adventurous ride.
Lot of arts to choose from,
Lots of paths to abide.
Alluring is the dreams call,
An urge to step out of your hall,
To answer it, you leave your home,
Family, friends and freedom above all.
The climb so high, you lose all hope
Hands burn clutching the faiths rope
You ask your soul, “Is this my doom?”
Bathing in tears along a doubted slope
Persistent efforts make the fantasies come true
Hypocrites say, “Hello!!” out of the blue
Merry always is the success room
But of dear ones you have no clue
Your heart feels heavy, amidst all this
That alluring beauty gave a poisonous kiss
Polished glass with a wine of gloom
Then you realize, it is the home you miss.
Last updated October 15, 2015