Remnants Of Indifference

Bits of pieces,

Scattered around,

To pick them up,

is what must be done,

Shifted about,

The broom sweeps,

What left underneath,

Is none of my concern,

Scoured away,

Evanesced by each beating minute,

Concealed far apart from my sight,

There is nothing to be noticed,

Cipher left behind,

Nullity lingers here,

Nothing was here,

Indifference, it never was.

By Sarah Shahzad, July 2024