The Mundanity of Life
My pen refuses to write
About the mundanity of life -
The octopus that has me in its clutches.
Come, O traveller, and clear the path
Through the snow-covered landscape of my heart,
Release me of this bondage
To mundanity,
Let the water beneath the snow flow
In an endless stream
And in my pen, a seed sow,
The fruit of which remains unwithered forever.
- N.A.
Comments
Quiet profound poem, I must say. Thank you for this!
As discussed, I sent some articles of mine to your provided email address but the email kept bouncing back. Kindly provide another email address if that's feasible.
Jazakillah,
Namra K