Under Topless Future Poem by Abdur Razzak

We have to go to touch sun to burn
And again can destroy in a narrow space

Flower of fire is blooming to touch you
Ran away from them because there is some
Water under dead stone
Your horse need some water
Your wife likes to ride
A broken bench is laughing to see something
Going to touch something
Gun is fairing as badly.
Ran and ran- go away go away
Shooting somebody to you
Face is going to be a broken glass
Under a burning tree under a topless future