The World's game

by Lilus endy
(Islamabad, pakistan)

My weeping words can't describe the agony
Which thrushes my heart and veins
The sting that bruised me internally
Cannot be rectified by some courtesy

I in despair lay on my bed
Thinking of all cruelty you have done
I know people won't believe me
As they are the destroyers of my glee

The world is a beast's den
To compete it,you have to become one
Who says they are only terrifying
They may wound themselves in the state of "I"

The result is proven to be bitter
So To my soul I dictate
Become one who you cherish
Not whom you think should be loved