WANDERING SOUL
Peerzada Mohsin
Wandering not the aim of my soul
Yet nothing is in my control
Days and Nights gone thinking stupidity
Body too cries of stomach acidity
No way to vent out the talent
Me on my own to complete the valent
Many dudes wondering by my work
This is just a beginning not even a jerk
Jealousy in their heart like Iblees
Somebody squeeze their heart please
With limited thinking and high chatter
Poor fellows with low grey matter
Faster processing with Prednisone
Whole body has got reddish tone
Half inch picture with text on board
More stress can't be afford
Seeing the future through my eye
HE is the only upon one can rely
Remembering đđ„° my inspiration
My everything comes from that location
18/Feb/2020