An Hour Of Introversion Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

An Hour Of Introversion

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My once angry spirit took me to the lake side
Its every layer started lecturing and I noticed every utterance
Think bigger, have tougher dreams,
And don't waste your time in profitless objects
Stuck right there to your conscience
to rightly act upon your quality of ideas
that you've generated mustn't be vanished easily
Society transmitted prose in me, and the wayfarers deceived
Leaving a trend was a way hard
We've to get wet when it rains
After going through so many lengthy walks,
Sighting astonishing views and facing strangest minds
I got a bit of her trace; life!
Turning towards the path of practicalities seemed joyless
Spending time on hilly mountains, silly symptoms,
Idealizing charismatic sketches and etc... It's all so dull, dumb, and deep
Having a timeless enjoyment at the seaside, roaming by rivers,
And reading thousands of books, still lived life of a complete moron.
Have you ever witnessed that smiling face in absolute lonesomeness?
Have you ever thought that you too can create a big difference?
Are you really going to have any cup of tea
In the corner of writers' café, where puffs make paintings…
Have you ever observed your well-wisher?
And ever been akin to a friend, partner, or a teacher's treacherous attitude.?
I know, all the replies are doubtlessly in "Yes".!
So not to respond to that loneliest smile,
Disrespecting your ownself and having no thoughtful concept about your Guide,
That all comes in the file of crimes,
Crimes; when they cross the boundaries are not filed in the document of overt legality!
It's, after all, our thoughts that shape this world.
Concept of time, trend, and treatment has been forgotten.
The worst danger of lust has enfolded these inmates of today's society in the deep despair,
where once was also the existence of pen, peace, and prosperity.
Ironically, many literatures have been bookfied yet no fruitful sycamine has been found,
No peace is maintained by lawless legislations
And no neighbor is willing to share few drops of water to the hut-less humans!
Well, Okay let it all go and turn your head back to this calm, serene, & superior sight.!
Freshness is here and your time to again beautify your mind has come,
the time to close your eyes, the time to please your heart,
The hour of to re-addiction and the time to perform the supremest duty,
The duty of "Love.! and love and eternity "

An Hour Of Introversion
Saturday, November 24, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: mundanity
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Aadil Hingorjo

Aadil Hingorjo

Sanghar, Sindh, Pakistan
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