Thursday, 3 January 2019

Globalisation

By Athar Mudasir
The significance of Globalisation
Dwell in the womb of blind bride
Unknown of the monster spreading and sucks her life.
It forms and burst, taking thy life of host and forms a ghost.
She thought it was her child, she cried and regrets for her lies.
The Hour has completed and reign has begun,
The forsaken has bagged all the waters and bread,
Leaving the family to the edge of dread.
How wretched is the garden, the collaboration is beyond pardon. 

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