We are all fading slowly,
Wandering in our own circles,
Not treading on unfamiliar paths,
Not speaking to a stranger,
Not sharing the whispers of our hearts.
We do not listen to others’ pain,
Nor share our own silent sorrows,
Each of us lost in our own way,
Walking with heads bowed low,
Unmoved by the changing seasons.
We miss the chirping of the birds,
And the sweet fragrance in the air,
Caught in a haze of indifference,
Each moment slipping away,
As we fade silently, step by step.
About the Creator
Abdullah Khan
I'm Abdullah, a 20-year-old ICMA(Pakistan) student and aspiring writer. Passionate about storytelling, I aim to connect with readers and spark meaningful conversations through my unique perspective.
Keep reading
More stories from Abdullah Khan and writers in Poets and other communities.
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith3 days ago in Humor
Comments (2)
Beautiful
Impressive!