I perceived laughing beams in the crowds of sorrows,
I am the witness of torture in the conjoint sparrows,

Some escaped away from the realism to enjoy their false freedom,
While Some diffracted their sights to chase the sacred podium,

I saw the masses seized in the blind essence,
While some diverged their path for the reason of their presence,

I permed the sparkles to touch the grave
My soul buffered to get the depth of scoundrel knave,

© rahie