Trapped in Eden, the devils of civilization,
Yet bark upon them, drag them into mirth
Loud ears, tongues hanging to the jaws.
Leave them alone, the march of times,
In inevitability rests the tides, upon what
No one's in control, still the ‘market'
Is afraid. Make them consume, and sell -
The profits are trading by barter, seek love
Give love in return. The Eden is fast melting
Snow, the isolation has a cost, living worthwhile.
Gilgit
November 10,2014.
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