Bracket Poem by Hafiz Muhammad Qasim

We are living in a bracket
And the orders we get in form of packets
The routers generate more signal but
What to say of this when you did not
Have with whom you could eat a humble-pie
Or enjoying serenade of cricket at large
Where is the cuckoo which had to be censored
Where is the guy painting love all the way
It was full of past friendships
Lugubrious now with out affection
I was love-lorn i was 'Lucy' who had lost
The path so was, her lover snare in never-ending frost
My eyes repleted with clapping eyes
What should be the end of our's day dreaming
Where one is living and other {Lining}
Hafiz Muhammad Qasim