Torn, withering, falling apart,
Heaven or hell you do not consider;
Sinking you see your life’s sail
Dripping with blood comes along your tale.
Flown away you find the joyous moments
Of life when care was then so rare
Deep within you shout your wounds
The harder you try to strangle those sounds.
Secluded stands your spirit once
Stranded in an unfathomable land;
Shrinking within yourself see
Your soul setting itself free!
The writer of this poem belongs to Gulmit,Gojal. She is currently a lecturer at Aga Khan Higher Secondary School,Gilgit. She is an alumnus of Aga Khan Higher Secondary School,Hunza and has done her M.Ed from AKU-IED.