A Strayed Straw Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

A Strayed Straw



I am like a strayed straw
Wind may take me along
Life is like a beggar's bra
Before birth is a death song

Helplessness is in the breed
Which crops up like a seed
Nothing is known to me indeed
How can a weakling plead

With open options in hand
I may sail with the wind
By making castles on sand
How can the dwellers pretend

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2015 Golden Glow

Saturday, February 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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