SONNET
What do you think where I have gone
Not to a soul refreshing rosy garden
Neither to the burning sands of a desert
Nor to the confinement of a jail or pen
My soul is set free to roam the universe
To scour the earthly and celestial abodes
Where there are no checks and balances open are all the venues all the roads
Where I can move around free at will
Where there's no sadness no guilt
Where there are disappointments not of love
Where there are no shadows of hate so built
I live neither in Heaven nor in burning Hell
Just changed my garb when death befell
By MazHur (Mazhar Butt)
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