I guess the heaven is closed <br />For when i gaze out through windows <br />I find a ghost dealer <br />Composed with hell rhymes and rhythms <br />With sure for a needless heaven <br />At a sure of expected rhymes <br />Man has absurd efforts for progress <br />The progress in sins and fouls. <br /> <br />I see the dealer is observing <br />The matches and patches drowning <br />Goal of soonest for progress <br />Man is departing from the center <br />My guess becomes for sure <br />When i don't find man, for man <br />Where I find empty claw of objects <br />With the savage theory of man.<br /><br />abhimanyu kumar.s<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-need/
