• nazifa 5w

    This journey

    A eerie fear fills the soul
    Traveling along an uncertain route
    Having no clue of its end
    You continue striding howsoever
    Part of it enveloped in black
    Other shimmering with radiance
    Hours are spent through autumn
    Days enjoying the breeze of spring
    Everyone around seems occupied
    Togetherness being confined to futility
    Or maybe you're more keen
    Your hand shakes seeking another's
    Lonesome you become in crowd
    A few lights glitter here and there
    And few more winters to endure
    None knows how many moons to go
    With an anxious and courageous spirit
    You still stumble, towards the zenith.