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Alibi


Peculiar, painted faces
Like historic recollection
Of any old burried dead story
Of a lived through life!

Mechanics, locking expressions behind
The bars of discovering altruistic men,
Man after a man
Puking the lies, all men speak,
Men speaking lies
Seated and protocoled
With halo, all hollow in its existence
Mute to cried voices of 'Accused'
From an unrequited love
Angelic soul, bumped into a fence
Of fantasy and deserted on the spot
Of a lost island of love.

~Aiman Qadeer
 
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