Written by: Habibullah Asad
I expected a little too much from life,
Maybe I was too scared to die?
I never tried growing wings
I was just too scared to fly
Now that my pen craves for aspiration.
There is nothing much left to live with.
All my life, I had been an entity unknown.
Let alone being a being.
All my life I had been fighting a battle I wasn’t supposed to win.
Living a life, I wasn’t supposed to live
Craving the words I wasn’t supposed to crave.
Walking paths, I was supposed to stray.
All my life was an illusion, I wasn’t supposed to play.
When the dust settles and the darkness unfolds.
I’ll be writing from a grave I wasn’t supposed to be buried in.