'Acquittal'

Courtesy: Shah Zaman Baloch
http://shahzamanbaloch.com/

 

Agony of presence,

A spatial quandary,

Of non existence,

While I lurk in existence,

The wandering soul,

Am I alive?

I feel not.

 

They say, I am

When, I am not.

It’s the dilemma!

Resurrection??

A trick or truth

Magician’s sleight of hand?

Or just an illusion of fate.

 

My passing on,

The bleeding heart,

The enshrouded body,

The impaired soul,

It’s gone…

The miracle or more

Aptly, a portent fact.

 

I am here,

Lost and confused,

The nightly mirk,

The unbounded thoughts,

The self disgust,

Taking on me,

A toll I can't pay.

 

Waiting,

For your mercy,

The limitless compassion,

A sign, a hopeful ray,

Forgiveness, only

Your grace,

Make me worthy.

 

Pure me again,

Instill the spirit,

A life, devout

To You.

Till then,

I am Alive

..........But feel not.