Annie Ali

(July 1st 1979 / Lahore Pakistan)

An Inevitable Fall


Towering tall
Yearning for imaginable all
I set on a journey
Towards an inevitable fall

A fall so deep
Touches every abyss s steep
Waking up all the monsters
From the deepest sleep

No dream to grab
No encore to clap
A desire unburned deep within
failing to undauntedly drab

I ll reach where I will
Crowning myself with egos quill
I be the conqueror of my own self
Celebrating death of a bare thrill

There I would be staying alone?
Or intend to come back soon?
I ll take the last draught of thralldom
And leave the mortality for the boon

Of an unimaginable me
For an unachievable glee
Where even angels’ burn their wings
I ll catch up and undoubtedly spree

Annie Ali

Submitted: Saturday, July 27, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 29, 2013
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