Sitting still you ponder,
Why your ears ring with the sound
of souls walking miles yonder?

Sitting still, you wonder.
What makes them tick? Is it hunger?
If so, then where is yours?
Why do you choose to be still
as the rain pours?

Why do you not expel affliction?
Is it because you’re convinced it's all fiction?
What made you tick? Do you remember?
Or have you doused every last ember.

Why is it that you’re sitting still?
Is it because you’ve had your fill?
Because you thought you’re almost there,
But were stunned to stillness by despair.

Did you too walk miles yonder?
Were you too once filled with hunger
© Muhammad Awais Khan