Art Of Existence Poem by Konab Ghumman

With an Empty Chair
On Soft Grass,
With Incomplete Thoughts
on Table,
Cool Breeze
Touching my Nose.
Birds Walking Around,
Eat Raw and Spin their Heads
with Calm Look,
Take me Lands Away,
Another World
A World, crave To Call Back.
December's Days
Walked Out in Rain
And Back in Rain.
It's Challenging To Call Back,
I Think I Forget.
Inhale the Difficult Dawns.
It's an Art, Art to Inhale,
In All Types of Arts,
Art of Existence is the Most Difficult.