Maq Masi Blog

• A poem by Maq Masi

If we must die one day, then why,

This sorrow, this toil beneath the sky?

Why the struggle of autumn leaves,

When in the end, they must fall with the breeze?

Why chase the sun, forever ablaze,

When peace can be found in shadowed days?

Why battle the waves with endless might,

When songs linger softly on shores at night?

Does triumph mean scaling the mountain’s height,

Or cherishing the steps that feel just right?

Why does the bird stretch its wings to roam,

When the nest itself can feel like home?

Each breath is a drop of nectar sweet,

Spilling gently in time’s quiet beat.

So why bind it with chains of thought,

Why let it wander, endlessly caught?

Perhaps life is a river’s flow,

Moving in rhythms we’ll never know.

Then let it run, unbridled and free,

And smile with each bend, as it’s meant to be.