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Stations
Sometimes I just want
To sit and put my feet up
Take a breath
And let life run past
At its pace
I pray and weep
Not for things I wished for
And never got
But for the will HE granted me
And the choices I made
It is difficult
To come to terms
How life is measured
Bound by timescales
Sometimes a few seconds
Have more impact
Than decades of
Worthless living
We are all travellers
Carrying our burdens
Down the corridors of love
Or on tracks of discontentment
Until the whistle stops
And we disembark on
Predestined
Stations
I love this poem
I love the simple loveliness of this poem. The poet has expressed himself in the most natural way by giving vent to his innermost thoughts in the way of a deeply insightful man who knows what he is observing and who also knows what he is describing in his verses. I enjoyed the last two stanzas even more and I say "Well done" Shazi!
Muhammad Naveed Ahmed.
Pen name:Emmenay.
Yahoo email ID:Ambitious7
Initials: M.N. Ahmed.
it is perplexing
great poem! I love the poems that touch on the mundane and trivial,
but nothing in life is mundane, nor trivial everything has the detail of minutiae...
it really does..
it is how life is measured?
and you are right, the seconds like the sands of time they can surely wear you down...
to an extent,
although, I do believe we can alter preconception, with a positive attitude...
food for thought...
perseverance is all we have in life,
that and our next breath
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot