Sunday Poem By Shahid Abbas

Sunday Poem By Shahid Abbas

Choice I'm to conceal it in my heart Burnish it to make it the shiny part I used to think about the choice Now it has died

I wait to set the stage My thoughts frantic trapped in a self-made cage There are many, many pages left to write I seek refuge in ink As choices disappear Yet still I strive To surrender to my only choice The the desire of dreams