Dead Soul

Dead Soul

I told my pain to sky

with tears it began to cry

I told my pain to stone

it broke softly, sympathy was shown

I told my pain to flower

it sacrificed its smell like shower

I told my pain to beast

sat in den, left its feast

I told my pain to fire

it became cold and shier

I told my pain to brother

grin with said" not my bother".

This content is accurate and true to the best of the author’s knowledge and is not meant to substitute for formal and individualized advice from a qualified professional.

© 2020 Muhammad Rizwan

Comments

Muhammad Rizwan (author) from Lahore , Pakistan on October 30, 2020:

thanks

Jeshurun from Nellore AP India on October 30, 2020:

Beautiful perception Bro.