Like catching the wind,
To unbind the string.
More haste, full speed.
I tried my heart to off the spring.
I clenched my mind in boundless trials.
Futility like a flood overwhelmed my triumphs.
Whither my heed? The bond refused to cleave,
A mind canst be read, searing perplexity do live.
I sent my heart to un-numbered errands:
'Go ye heart and spy the mind'
'Come in haste and tell the read'
Many trials like dusts and sands.
Whither was the end?, nothingness was found.
I lie inert, with sorrows and uncertainity around.
Silence besieged, annihilation of the bond beckoned.
All moments tried I to nourish the end.
Like moulding the air, vanity abounded.
Light rested in the 'deem to amend'.
Call thy heart to a moment pause,
With thy mind to hark to mine cause.
My trials canst this string be unbinded;
Lets triumph over this silence to ages unbounded.
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Dedicated to Semira Ogweda.
