The End Of Chase
Life is a shattered dream,
That guarantees no realization,
We all chase delusions,
Of smells and colours,
Till we reach the farthest end:
The point of no return,
Where darkness wraps us all
And in the mist of obscurity,
The chase of life ends,
In remorse and regret,
By cursing, blaming ourselves
Amid the vanishing hallucinations,
And confronting reality.
Ah! Then we are left behind,
All alone in the form of carcasses,
Being dined by the Vulture of Time.
By Muhammad Shanazar
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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