Mall of wild and bee.
Thorny life acidified to the nerve;
Some for the smoke and others only herbs.
Smoky scenario amidst I dwell,
Though away I have the smear;
Away for the one now gone
Again the dying flowers with the living thorn.
Wake you up in the middle of the dark
now in my part only crows bark.
Animals, Animals, Why are you watered?
Along with you I am.
Me against the ground;
and you deep into it.
Rough life socialized to rules
Customs old, only for the fools.
Let me change with one more from the vault;
A bonding absent under my belt.
Shamsud A
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