Mislaid are the souls
Raddled in the ecstasy
Blinded by the pulchritude of life
And dampened are the screems of conscience
Neglected are the monition signs
'Oh my dear fellow', asks the soul,
'How will you recoup
when your habits preclude it?
Time has flown by
And now that you are on your
death bed
I never wanted you to be just a
Skeleton when you die
But now, it's decided.'
-Shamama Firdous
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The Night Owl Poetry
PuisiIt's the night, and that is the time when thoughts become poems =========================== enjoy!
