Mohsin+A

Chariot

Trapped Deep, Discrete Dark, Desolate

Water swells In the cave of my heart

Waiting; Timing an escape

Tunnels of wind Freeing my skin

Waiting For the chariot

Yet All I see is this empty heart

How long must I wait I hear it in the distance

Yet the closer the sound The farther I feel

I am ready To be saved

Mohsin Ali's Story

Mohsin's Memoir