#WritcoPoemChallenge
The journey has come to an end,
Weaving through meandering paths,
Sometimes alone, often with a friend ...
I have walk on every blood paths.....

now this is my last murder,
but not a last sin.....
because without patty their is no burger,
My all crimes are gold not tin

I feel that I will be caught soon....
but I won't leave crime world,
fellows love day but devil loves noon
I am the master of crime ,this is reserved

Now I have to move other country
don't pray that I would be caught
Remember crime has no boundary
If I would be save, Lesson is taught



© Ansari Anzela
© All Rights Reserved