Blind eyes are in search of light beams
Deserted eyes carry golden dreams
Poor people have riches schemes
Every one is strayed apparently it seems
World is with those who carry it in palm
Their luxurious style make them cool and calm
World is ruled by uncle tom and uncle sam
Who keep all deprived at the length of an arm
Poor souls have the right to snatch all the rights
A sun of hope has to peep in their dark nights
Rainbow is ready to come with all colors in sights
Darkness is to vanish when dawn the lights
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
©Golden Glow 2015
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