[saadat]

In darkened box sits the scare.
Construe we only; demons fare.

Slumped head on deflated chest.
Jumps to fore at our behest.

Slide the catch on the jack’s front.
Out jumps a monster for his hunt.

We’ll jump too put to the test.
Feign some spine and some zest.

He’s whatever the master wants.
Add too to it, his favorite rants.

Tug the strings an have it rock.
Billow it into a scary windsock.

He’ll cater to your every whim
Talk an dance and do the swing

This monster’s dance will never end
Alive In our mind that’s done the bend

Monsters thrive in our minds ache
Mostly created and nourished a fake

Original
Saadat
(Islamabad)
(May 19, 2009)

 

["K.G"]

thanks for sharing !

 

[SHAYAN]

Gd....
T 4 S

 

[Isha]

really nice sharing...

 

[~~KING~~]

very nice thanx for sharing keep it up.......