Heavenly Zeal by Momina Ahsan

In the tumult and turmoil of the world,
Where gains of worldly deeds makes all fatigue,
Where souls are wretched and bodies so weak,
Men doomed in the pandemonium of carnal,
Running prostrated behind the profane tasks,
In the gains of materialism, her soul got smothered,
She got fed up with the rugged people,
The bulks of degrees,loads of money,
The labor from dawn to dusk,
The withered minds,and drab souls,
She found no adoration in her house,
There glooms the darkness, broad sea,
Of the soul that have wrought,
She felt crying in the thunders and sunshine,
Free heart,ready to drop soul,
To subdue her emotions,seemed to knacker,
She took pity on the debilitating souls,
All of a sudden, she felt a zeal,
To seek a new world of keen,
To sail beyond the sunsets,
To see across the western stars,
To feel the chills,of the northern winds,
To wash all the sadness and the grief,
To make the earth,a heaven of zeal,
To strive,to seek,to yield the happiness,

Of work,work and work, she choose some love.