Of Vanity It Seeks Poem by Fathimath Farha

A wandering soul, lost in the
Bleakness,
Of loneliness.
He searches, longing for something,
Alien to him.
A nomad from desperation, he
Trudges
Along as sands of time fled from his path.

He sits, ah, there he sits,
His head weighed down by tons,
Of anguish and miseries untold.
He wants to reach out for help,
But his hands falter, thinking
Themselves,
Too godly for mortal inanity.

Alas! Upon himself he brought,
Innumerable woes, unforgiving regrets,
And crashing waves of self-hate.
What may become of him?
No one knows, no one could care.

And there they left him,
There he sat by his lonely self,
A wandering soul, lost in the
Bleakness
Of loneliness….