By Talha Masud
I ask my soul
To not console
For the problems I face
For the solutions I trace
When my strength gets weaken
When my sorrows get deepen
When my trickling tears, dry
When my smiles seem, wry
I ask my soul
To not console
When my world exhibits unknown
As my chums bruise me alone
When I have a lot to atone
Left with nothing but to mourn
I ask my soul
To not console
When the going gets tough
Facing the things masked in bluff
When the air don’t aid
And I am slow to cross the strait
I ask my soul
To not console
On the moments I misused
Nature’s wake up beats which I refused
On lessons which I laughed
On the sins that I draft
I ask my soul
To not console
When my coffin lifts high
And my life asks me why?
Pleasure-seeking wants of thy
Wrong and illicit flights to sky
You have lived a life in disguise
You have missed much to realize
Triumph of the world and hereafter is on the making
If you choose the hardest path for the taking
My soul replies, in tandem
To my outraged questions at random
I could hear her for the first time
Rising from the worst to the sublime
Why are you staggering? It asks
Why have you doubt in achieving the tasks?
For what has made you toppled down
Your ‘Legend of Soul’ has gone dumbfound
Just scroll and revert to your past
A lackluster guy with sheer contrast
With what today you transpire
Counting on yourself in the dire
True, you face hurdles of an extreme case
Daunting factors give a serious challenge to your race
I tell you the secret of your transformation
Deep frustration but active innovation
As in all the options;
You have chosen the hardest one
To see what capacity you possess
To judge, how long you can run
What if you toss and turn in a sleepless night!
Dismantled with the plague of the plight
Not everyone finds his soul in his years
You are the chosen one to combat with your fears
Surmount the struggle with even more fire
And you will be furnished with what you require
As she observes silence, a fresh breeze blows
My cheeks feel the chill and my head itself bows
I won’t let the nuisance
To take its toll
And now I ask my soul
To never console…..
