Why Walk with Soul So Dead?
Why walk with soul so dead?
Why move as to pretend?
Why eat with such a dread?
Why drink with easing bend?
Why raise not plans to rise?
Why praise your dying soul?
Why resulting in demise?
Did you not play your role?
Why speak with voice so quiet?
Why sleep with dreams impure?
Why wake with putrid riot?
Why think with things so more?
Why walk with soul so dead?
Better done than what is said.
poem by Osama Waqar
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