The living ghosts

By Ashwath   

Born to face the fool's glory,
under toxic surveillance of humiliation.
I am the hell in their heaven,
If that's so, then let I be their nightmare!

They say love blossoms in shining skin,
scars and wounds are disgust in disguise!
In this beautiful constructed world,
earthquake is never an option!

There are ghosts banished for their beauty,
I am one of them ruling this earth.
With ghosts stoned in pride and fame,
lost their purpose to embrace beauty in all!

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