The rhyming of keys,
to the door of death fleas,
resting under the mind,
Nights of dark pleased,
Rust around the cinders,
of the burnt soul,
Mutilate the heart,
love will starve of love,
the crown of hatred,
howls to win,
nights is for darkness,
shadows,
creeps,
deaths,
etcetera,
to the ravage of love.
The mind rests within,
whom to love whom to hatred,
doing good, doesn't means you are loved by all,
the faces behind the crowd has the hatred to you,
Poems,
Stories,
Novels,
Books,
Shayaries,
Ghazals,
nothing left to describe,
can be my last of everything,
but I would not move unsteadily by love,
Dirt,
Germs,
is rising day by day,
Crimes,
are too,
then say the world is honest.
Yes, is not,
the light pounces to death,
likeness is...