And where do you stand
in these rains? This is life -
in the bondage of fate, tonight
you'll only find ink stains
on my paper; stuck to the walls,
silencing my words into its blank lines.
But wanderers don't go home,
else be a journey you can't travel,
in nothingness; learning - understanding,
just to look at the sky and smile.
Tonight, you can find a lost world
in your solitude; if you want,
where you deserve to be, when
you're undeserving her, and
that's where wanderers reach
that are destined to be left undefined.
- Syed Rehan
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