Mutation
By Rafique Farooqi
Blood is bitter nor sweet,
not even sour,
it seems a taste of death,
blended with ashes and dust,
innocents slain with pains,
who is to stop feuds,
fires grow in grasses,
and winds rush through windows,
when newborn screams for life,
sun blazes the sands,
peace glitters like mirage,
man mutates to monster,
when life is bitter than death.
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