A DEAD CONSCIENCE

A DEAD CONSCIENCE

Every moment things fly

Corner to corner hearts dry

Faces melt, bodies fry

Death dances continue and try

Humanity on the swollen beds to cry

Moment by moment, I wake and shy

Is this mine? Who told to nullify!

Myself, self! Then whom to rely

Tearless clouds, shameless flies

Am I fun while inquiring the sky?

Bit by bit I wipe to dry

Rotten lips with watery fire

A blood-dimmed conscience to annoy

Slumbering humanity under the sky

Mincing and swallowing own flesh

Neither question nor reply!

Neither question nor reply!

POEM BY: SHAHBAZ MALIK

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