Poem By Suhel Akram

The tiring sun is out again,
With a bundle of pains in chain.
Starting a new unending life with,
Blind hopes and dark nights and deep breath,
cutting down the roots of happiness,
With a confused lotter and state in guess,

The wound doth try to dry in vain,
Cleaning the muddy skin in deep rain,
Heading out to beep in the crowd,
With a cry and shivered throat in loud,
But no guts left for shout,
And clear-out the confusion for about.

A dead soul left to lottery in,
And make a wait till it goes shrink,
And captive thought to rest down,
In the massive and crowdie lawn,
Yet there stays no rays icy,
To cool up and dread the confused.

Only left a street drowned in,
The water of drains and shivering,
And the confused to walk through,
To find a beast to eat him up
And clear the drained confusion,
And let others enjoy the season

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