By The man in dark well
The man in the dark well,
Enjoys neither dill nor thrill.
He has nothing but a broken heart,
With what blood of life makes a dart.
With an aim, he lives the life,
To see his life once bright.
He stands with steps into his goal,
His belief is mightier than a soul.
The agony of suspense, he buzzes off,
Takes an avid interest in what he does.
These acts soon beget him aglow,
Bunches of sweet-smelling flowers, the air blow………..
Written by Zameer wafa
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