I'm sitting alone,
On the corridor there are a bunch of trees,
In front of my sight,
Trees have the company of the cold breeze,
Leaves of the trees playing with the breeze,
Leaves of the trees prom with the breeze,
This prom continues for a while Then,
The breeze left the trees I'm sitting alone,
On the corridor,
Witnessing entire this scene I came to the decision,
Everything is an illusion,
Nothing is endless here
Not I, nor trees or breeze,
I'm sitting alone in the corridor,
In the world of delusion,
You are stuck in some illusions!
Life is momentarily,
And, death is mandatory,
Bcz, this world is just an illusion,
When you woke up from this illusion?
Whatever did you get?
Whatever do you earn?
Whatever do you sell?
Will be judged!
Falling leaves from the trees is an allegory,
That life is momentary,
And, death is mandatory,
Woke up! woke up!
Lemme tell ya once more,
Woke up! From this illusion,
Until or unless you have time!
Bcz Life is momentary,
And, death is mandatory.
More about the Poem...
Once again, this poem features Khurshid's instinctive style of writing. So colloquial, he is having a conversation with the reader about how he feels, forming that personal bond when reading. Similar to his other poetry, his dialect stands out, making us think about the scenery and construction of time and place outside of the poem.
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