• shoaib_malik 16w


    In a universe of imaginations
    I saw a very unlucky person
    Who caught moments in hands
    But failed to capture in streaks

    He, who's been watering the seed
    And waiting for it's growth
    Nights ended,he left without fruit
    As He never knew that land was arid

    He, who kept writing his presence
    And the pages reached it's end
    Once thought of reading them
    But the papers turned invalid

    The one who praised all the time
    For the end of his struggles
    Oh! Just look at the misfortune
    His prayers didn't reached Divine