I am like a strayed straw
Wind may take me along
Life is like a beggar's bra
Before birth is a death song
Helplessness is in the breed
Which crops up like a seed
Nothing is known to me indeed
How can a weakling plead
With open options in hand
I may sail with the wind
By making castles on sand
How can the dwellers pretend
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2015 Golden Glow
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