I wrote a note long back, Not one around; And I long for a read, A critique all I need.
I wrote a song long back, No audience around; A soiree all I need, Musical soiree indeed.
I touched a verse long back, Inspiration moisturized into it; A rhythm all I need, Fruit of my seed.
I met a mirror long back, Nothing I could see; Darkness all around, Music, Lights and the sound.
I met myself long back, Nothing I understood; Now with one more look, I know the journey I undertook.
Disillusioned we stood, Meet yourself in silence; Many soul lost out of negligence, Never - this one in all your sense
Shamsud A
