BEWILDERMENT'

(BEDAARI welcomes writer's metrical composition)

They say I am real

You say I am a dream

Who am I is still unclear?

They say they can see me

You say I am yet to be born

Am I the key that can set myself free?

They say what has been given to me is a gift

You say it is a testament of my presence

If what they say is true, then why thy self pushes me not to drift?

They say lust and eminence is my nourishment

You say it is a pit of frustration and desolation

Is what they say a blessing or a punishment?

They say I am rational and learned

You say I am bound in the boundless

Do I want to be the fooled who effortlessly yearned but never earned?

Amina Saeed.


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