By Athar Mudasir
Roads of nowhere
Why the world seems fading
Shading into dark clock of enemity
Why the tunes of birds seems disturbing,
Once they where melodious and hopeful.
Happiness has become dump in pills,
Comfort has become problem itself,
Time is running more than ever
Relationship is limited to mere formalities
And, religion to rituals.
Love has vanished from the souls,
Though its kindle lights in the dark Chambers, vomit through gorges of hegemony.
Thee roads where built to reach destination,
But, the destination gets farther.
The rage of intruders is immense,
Crushing the valleys and tilth.
Gardens are built over grave yards
Filled with paper flowers and sprayed scents.
Sheeple have outraged their masters
And fallen pray before hounds.
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