The Way The World Spoke – Tajdar O. Chaudry

- I -

For every qualm
that would evolve,
He must forget
what he can’t solve,

- II -

Seldom, was his part,
Enigmatic in its charm,
A stumbling thought enchanted,
The will now weaved its calm

Natures hapless mischief
Loci & his game,
Brothers slaying still,
The riddles, all the same

Purpose in the distance
The journey, destiny clad
In feverish strides, abated
The cost of freedom had

Temptingly repeated,
As remnants set the score,
The scenery changes twice
have you Played this game before?

- III -

For every qualm
there lay a solve,
He must forget
what can’t evolve,

- Tajdar O. Chaudry