unknown fears , enemies unknown
the crop of love has been forlorn
never were the days of absolute peace
but seeds of war are too much sown
a hidden shadow , an evil agenda
much is in dark, too less is shown
truth , we may never know, may be
struggle for truth may never be blown
my screams are not even heard by me Shahid
knaves know everything, to naives nothing is known
©shahidkhan
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