Submission by Pranam Abbi

[pranam abbi]

I sit aside engravings of the past

I fill the glass with wine

The shepherd drinks the sheep blood

The wolves howl to their victory

The numbers are increasing

As the ashes fall, I begin to crawl

On my knees, like a hunter

I crawl in the darkness

The flower and the grass

Hide my dark side

There was no contact

But I still fail to follow

The voice of God

Which was louder, louder than her cry

The prize was won, the champagne was popped

The glasses were ready, but the blood was still greedy

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The scent of gunpowder in the air

The sense of your hair on my chest

The past lingers around the corner

Were you really there?

Fireworks in the air

Hierarchy disrespecting the heir

Personalities before principles

Is it fair?

The lonesome nights

The prayers before midnight

The Lions in the coma

After all the jungle never spares

Is it really true

We are never going to spared

But is it true

That the bank balance is always fair?

I don't feel they fit with the theme, but I guess, you are a better judge.

[pranam abbi]

On Thursday, November 2, 2017 at 8:56:54 PM UTC+5:30, pranam abbi wrote:

 

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