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