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SoulCloud
By: Saad Hossain
(School of Computer Science)
Competition Year: 2017 Votes (2) | Comments (0) |
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Crept in through windows ajar,
It cocked the bullets of Ambition,
And shot every soul etching a scar,
The Winds carrying prayers silent,
Formed a cloud with broken souls,
Sleep trying to battle Defeat,
Nursed the pain and instilled new goals,
The Sun with its briefcase of hope,
Would loan out chunks throughout the day,
Debt would increase yet peace restore,
Perhaps it was all meant to be this way,
The corporeal treasures have blinded most,
They dance to slavery and substances vile,
We all are facing the tunes of sorrow and joy,
Who said one needs to be happy to wear a smile?