BY; Athar Mudasir
It comes un-knocked and uninvited and pierces in the limbs and scratches after every breath.
the glamoured, powerful, faded, weak all lying on the floor of death, unknowing about surroundings. this is the period where it knocks at the door.
the day has become as scared as night, the trees have been plucked, rivers empty the land has turned much wilder and feels like a jungle. every step crumbles and feels lost in gorge and whispers of nihility scratches us.
the scent of fear gets fluster by the fragrance of Night Blooming Jasmine. it signifies a hope and signal to life in this decaying Morass.
the day has become as scared as night, the trees have been plucked, rivers empty the land has turned much wilder and feels like a jungle. every step crumbles and feels lost in gorge and whispers of nihility scratches us.
the scent of fear gets fluster by the fragrance of Night Blooming Jasmine. it signifies a hope and signal to life in this decaying Morass.
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