I walked through halls with books in hand,
I climbed each step with hope so high,
I earned my scrolls in every land,
Yet still I watched each dream go by.
I labored long from dusk till dawn,
My heart beat fast with every test,
But when the light of cheer was gone,
I found no peace within my breast.
I searched for meaning in the night,
I asked the stars to show my way,
Yet every glow burned out its light,
And left my world in shades of gray.
I faced my troubles one by one,
With strength I fought but lost the fight,
Till every wish I held was done,
And sorrow claimed my soul at night.
Now here I stand with empty hands,
No wish to guide me on my way,
I am as one in silent lands—
A spirit lost, too worn to pray.
Let songs be still, let candles fade,
For I have walked this road alone;
My hopes are ashes in the shade,
My heart at last to rest is flown.
Dr. Shahzada Imtiaz Ali
23-06-2025
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