Inheritants to the world of Adam till our last, Confined like Sirius to the azkaban called "past" Deprived, expressionless like Quang Duc we burn, Not the fall of evil but shatter of hopes is faced inturn. Drowning into the darkened waters of North Atlantic, Few for the love of Rose or the betrayal of Brutus so dramatic. With the anchors of memories, deeper we plunge, Saturated with self hate like an immersed spunge. Struggling falls to vain like a cripple in dead sand, When the only savior is a non existing, long lost hand. The cries of help fall onto the unheeding deaf ear, The loss of someone who hears you is what you fear. When memories come down like the first drop of rain, Swiftly, silently like wrath of Gods causing pain. So what is the most unforgiving permanent scar, Past; Vantablack to even the brightest quasar. Sarwar Baker LOVE and sarWAR @love_and_sarwar #top50 #writersunplugged #wu
