Déjà vu

Sailed here by life

Perks or penalties of being a wife,

Fate restructured by no other

but me

Still I call it destiny,

Confusing mental state

I took life’s bait,

My pen’s constantly drowning

Can’t get hold of my surrounding,

Time being the child of sand

Slips from my grip while I stand,

Another day gone

Here comes a new dawn,

Too much to do

Another déjà vu!

© Soiba

Photo: Mine

11 Comments Add yours

  1. I loved this, beautiful 🙂

    Liked by 2 people

    1. soiba says:

      Thank you for reading 😊
      Blessings

      Liked by 1 person

  2. ivor20 says:

    Exquisitely poetic Soiba… lovely
    “Time being the child of sand
    Slips from my grip while I stand,”

    Liked by 1 person

    1. soiba says:

      I’m glad you could relate to it dear Ivor ❤

      Liked by 1 person

  3. Beautiful poem Soiba. Nicely penned🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

    Liked by 1 person

    1. soiba says:

      Thank you 😊

      Like

    1. soiba says:

      Thank you 😊

      Liked by 1 person

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