A Void that Echoes
A Poem by Muhammad Nasrullah Khan
There is an emptiness that howls deep inside, A void that echoes in the human mind, As concrete towers reach towards the sky, And spellbound forests slowly die.
Where Nightingales sang their sweet refrain, Now factories belch forth black smoke and pain, The sun, weary from its daily toil, Seeks refuge from the world’s turmoil.
Black smoke rides the winds, grasping at the clouds, A symbol of the emptiness that enshrouds, The day to day routine of human life, Full of stress, struggle, and strife.
We fill the void with material things, Money, power, and all that it brings, But still, the emptiness remains, A deep, unquenchable ache of the human domain.






