Devastation Poem by Muzamil Nazish

Life was just like rain,
So simple and plain.
Wild like those horses,
Which has no trains.
Free like those hawks,
Which has no chains.
Few wishes of light &dreams of dark,
All filled up in the messed-up brain.
Success, money, love; oh these chains,
We run to catch these grains.
Lose our souls; and blood in drains,
No wonder they call us insane
Sorrow, depression, heartbreak and pain,
These are the gifts and our gains.