Invisible Poem by Waseem Sherif
Invisible
I can't stop chanting about the emptiness inside
It's like a broken record, a mantra of my pitiful life
wind passes right through me never had to hide
voices echo within me and nobody hears their cries
my soul is a hundred years old rug torn and tied
to a body following suit for it has no choice but to abide
I'm the damaged character, the destructive poet who died
On the path of the living where tales of hope reside
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The revival of me is witnessed by the Guardians of Time
Fullmetal Pessimist with an outer armor fortified
A Dark Super Hero (Poet) has risen from the black wild
To ink the words in cynical rhymes with Kryptonite
the third and last verse is in fact not a part of the poem but follows the same topic from a different concept. i wrote that playing around with the fun idea of a 'poet' being a 'super hero' because i'm a fan of cartoon and anime: p
After having long journey in life soul feels tiredness. This is very interesting definitely.10
thank you, Kumarmani. it sure is tiring but we keep the words coming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 8:24:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
We all are in the same boat Waseem, Inspite of the strong persona we all are little broken from inside.. The sensitive side of us makes us pen down the invisible pain. Very sensitive portrayal of pain. We all are heroes of our time fighting the hurdles of life. Lovely poem 10 plus
thank you, Aarzoo. it is good to know that such invisible inner pain can be seen and understood by others.