Unpublish

I know my stuff will not get publish, I am the unseen man with no name, I will be accused of being theft, As I am the man of no fame, When I see ahead, I Ought to High, A single thumb up can take me to Sky, Clouds wandering in air won’t stop me, I Strive hard, If I can Fly, But I know my pieces will not get publish, I am the unseen man with no name, This rhymes will remain unpublished, As the sunrise and set Quietly, Words unspoken, feelings not expressed and hidden Passion, I will take it towards stream silently, Because I know my poems will not get publish, As I am the man with hundreds of blame, Pleasure thoughts, joyful moments and Pretty Ode, Finally turn into agonizing Elegy, Trembling hand, shivering soul and Shaking Lips, Forced to stop writing anymore Abruptly. For that I know my verses will not get publish, I am the invisible man with no Aim As the person just like a Lame! M. Shahid H. Chouhdry Bahawalpur, Pakistan All Rights Reserved. shahid817@gmail.com