Life is tortured,
beyond the thresholds
of painful existence,
and natured to selection,
and squinted eye of sky,
having peripheral visibility,
deceived to outfitted exits,
and tissues fabricated,
to skeletal cages,
the inhaled stuffs,
causing inflamed veils,
over the eyebrows,
of the nature.
and the fittest to survive,
limping on hot stones,
of way to live.
Rafique
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the inhaled stuffs, causing inflamed veils, over the eyebrows, of the nature. and the fittest to survive, limping on hot stones, of way to live...... it is for fittest to survive and seak to perish, , , , , , beautiful one dear....10 read mine 'exploitation'