Of Jungles

The Madness of this jungle
In search for the light
Losing one’s hope is too easy
Unable to last the night.
We find ourselves in this jungle
My heart entangled with vine,
My limbs taste the arrows.
Of my light, there is no sign.
My Love for the light turning dim
I think, therefore, I am blind.
Though our hearts carry on
Through this Jungle, the daily grind.
To get lost in this place
With surroundings so green
I cannot hold true
To the truth in the Unseen.
But, the Unseen, it is there,
Buried deep in the heart,
Difficult to find, yet,
It is where we start.

-Sulaiman Syed