Treasure Island

saadat tahir

(21011965 / Islamabad-Pakistan)

Amidst infernos ablaze….0701-2k12


Chewy, delectable to flutter out lies,
when one can easily say goodbyes.

Recall recollect hardly a compense.
Ah! Much easier to play past tense.

Cross roads are only there for what?
when waits, no far off home or hut.

Gladiators beet their turtle skin,
never too bothered by the mobs din.

Life is but a self constructed maze,
drift here and there in shrouding haze.

The grim reapers of planted fate,
eat their fill and yet not sate.

BE and it is, amidst infernos ablaze.
I love you, on the cake, so easy to erase!


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saadat tahir
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07 Jan,2k12


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Submitted: Saturday, January 07, 2012
Edited: Thursday, August 30, 2012

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