Nasar Karim

Conscience has a vacancy
A window with a view unseen,
A mattress with no body
A sleep without a dream.

Is that the empty room
My wondering has been seeking,
The shelter that will let these words
Become somebody speaking?

Is there a song that hides
A melody in shrouds,
Afraid that distant nothing
Will say she sings too loud?

Across the street unknown
It could be half a world away,
Is there another wanderer
Who seeks the things I say?

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Nasar Karim

Nasar Karim

BSc Psychology. Writer. Dreamer. Poet. Addicted to risk.