Ghosts In Our Eyes

Ghosts are from eyes and not noses,
Hills became bridges for the ill at heart,
Lead the population as a powerful man,
Who loved frowning on the monkey at heart.

Ghosts will deprive our minds, when
The monkey is expelled and driven
As the populace demonstrates its might
When mountains drill into the sky.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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