Waleeja Baig – WMHD Online Exhibition of Creative Works
Whom to ask
How many days of despair are left?
Me just living, hoping it would end.
The nights so long
That the moon faded away
The star that shone bright
No more lightening up my way.
Lost in my delusion
I lived some moments
But they left me soon
Looked at the world around me
Half of its bright half so dark
Me in between not so far
Sometime the moon is missing
Sometime my day gets cloudy
But rain i get
Whom to tell i miss the sun
Whom to ask
When i will be the one
I dreamed of.
