Ghost of Christmas 1
Am beautifully hurt
Though, gracefully taught
You still think am weak
While hesitatingly given a week
To plunge in his favourite hands
That combusted my convex bone cheeks
Perhaps, i smelt that act of cabalism
At same time, was left in surrealism
Its a welter weight, he looks sixpounds more
Once again, our laws are seeming lore
Likewise,standing here is a bigger lie
the last i uttered was 'fie'(upon you)
Rushing out of the square paced ring
Avoiding his mazed defeat and a lone beating
Accusing the men in suit of self complacency
While i was accorded victory.
Copyright © Basit Lateef | Year Posted 2017
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