“Dare God don’t let it be!”
I happened to glance at the calendar suspended on my wall
There were red X Shapes for days that have passed in those square.
But that wasn’t what caught m eye, it was tomorrows square
And what was written inside.
My messy and somewhat childish handwriting proclaimed what I feared.
“THE CHRISTAMS HOLIDAYS”
Underneath drawn for emphases were a skull and two bones crossing.
Tag: Mohammed Islam Butt
The Joker, Poetry by Mohammed Islam Butt
He was a legend in his own rite
He made people smile and kept everything locked up tight
He might have been the happiest person in the world?
He was always there and made people happy, but people like
He, where always making people happy so He did not stay for long
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