Spirit breaks at home along with love mingled with innocence.
Love births something contrary!
Breeding ground it is, breeding bottled anger, unforgiving solace.
Hath it not been hard caging vexed anger?
Halt a pace, hold that lot,
Hone the edges of their hollow thought.
I am a heathen of the method of followed flow
A criminal to sobriety
A pagan at the law
Where do they draw the lines?
Their lines blur into reality and drip onto the hearts.
It is malady that is a sweet melody to them!
Afnan Bintey Helal is a graduate of English Literature and Linguistics from the East West University.