By Munazza Mirkar
Wilderness syncs with life,
The mind is full of strife.
I may not be strong —
Still, let me face the storm.
Wounded wings may bleed,
Every drop may plead.
Something may go wrong —
Still, let me face the storm.
Setbacks may upset,
Luck may ask to wait.
Tears may roll down —
Still, let me face the storm.