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The Fair Poetic Insanity

I am no poet, just a thrower of words. Still wandering what's life and why and how did I end up here?

The plan thee show, and eyes closed
A sting of lasting roll, a banter proposed
The end result was never such delight too
The idea of peace moving to bones dozed
In the whim of parlay, parching desire lays
The world's a mystery of immune intelligence
But the plan thee show is immortal, indeed
The oneness of hearts, physical stars need
O for glory of all passions, come out for once
Your day is today, the darned one and once

© 2017 Kashif Ali Abbas