Lost Poem by M. Shahid. H Chouhdry

Lost



How a poet mess up a verse to fright,
Deep inside but no time to vet lost,

On the dark shadowy paths, nothing has caught,
As we observe sun rise and set lost,

How ridiculous it is, chore day to night,
You would not be immortal, a mere het lost,

Spell what’s a thing, what’s thee height,
Mortal everything, mortal net lost,

Here you will be allegedly call a polytheist,
For which you sentenced gibbet lost,

Soldier and commander same ambition to fight,
Rear one got fame, and frontier get lost,

The criminal, who denies the hypocrite,
Here I there you, only a pretext lost,

Wonder If I be bosom in just a blink sight,
As river intrude silently to sea and met lost,

The journey commences or stopped in plight,
Go ahead, above, up, So never get lost.

As wishes won’t come true till death arrive at site,
Shahid no way to escape, will you pet lost.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
When I was commencing a new tract the phrase came into my mind was 'Let Get Lost' but I wrote on this one and repeatedly I write the next one with Get Lost and Let Get Lost
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