There’s this circumference
Of a circle which
I try to abhor
The wants of a human stitch
His hands with some more
His greed renders destruction
They talk about treason
Then why indulge in betrayal themselves
To whom so ever it may concern
This is a song which isn’t sung.
Like time is
To latitude
My heart is
By Amna Javed….11/2018
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