The Unknown

It lived the nights like a joyous ride,

It depicted various patterns in its lonely eyes.

It had the demeanor of a silent soul,

Its essence had the strength of a black hole.


Its unusual pigmentation gave it a touch of luminescence,

It spilled some supernatural vibes in its presence.

It was alert, it was powerful, it was bona fide,

You could feel the uneasyness in its strides.


Life didn’t look pleasant, nobody knew what was working inside,

All its ideas and opinions started to collide,

The worldly friction it faced was new, it caused a riptide,

The cold world was tough, it had been forced to suicide.

– Muzaffar Ahmed



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