An Untold Tale

Poem By Shahida Latif

In the miseries of life,
Amid the grove of ambitions,
At one night I alone pondered,
What is this love, heathenness?
What is this faithfulness?
What are these blessings?
Then my heart me murmured,
That each corner, bend of life,
Is a dot of reality, a spot of factuality,
Which in the mirror, glass of life,
Is a dim reflection of an untold tale.

Comments about An Untold Tale

deep very deep awe inspiring almost really liked it a tenner from me cheers
S, please stop getting into my heart and mind. IE- a piece which does so is a good 'un. Objectively speaking. t xxx


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