Poetry

The Ghost Of Life

This life awaits, world’s weight

The evil welcomed , and the good depart

Breath begging a ‘ghost’

Death’s flowering toast.

 

Sick seeds of every icon

Life needs freedom like a falcon

This world is,but thirsty of red juice

So, everyone wants to ghost up without excuse.

 

Beauty of nature became pale

Ghost of life never reached its goal

Fragility of hope give up its soul

The evil Ghost bothered this world well.

 

                                                                   ~ Amar Shaw Saleem

                                                                               Khairpur Mirs, Sindh, Pakistan 

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