Hollowness Of Man

Jealousy has grown like fruitless trees
It has spread like width of seven seas
It can’t be justified with very many pleas
Life is condensed cocoon of humming bees

Humans are no more, but hollowness remains
Losses have crossed the so called worldly gains
Souls have abolished, it is circus of brains
What is in credit but collection of disdains?

Virtue is no more and vice with vagabonds
Remains as a symbol with all existing brands

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I did Masters in English Language and Literature, LLB, Masters in Educational Administration from University of the Punjab Lahore, I also did Masters in TEFL (Applied Linguistics) and Diploma in Teaching English as an International Language under the auspices of British Council and American Center. I served in PAKISTAN ARMY as an English Instructor .I am a poet and writer. I remained Editor of Pakistan Army Journal, Pakistan Defense Review, Army Green Book and The Rising Crescent..., I published my three books in English Poetry namely Feelings, Chains of Life and Golden Glow..Poetry is my passion not profession
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Legendary Gmann

You have done some living and it is reflected in your work. Very deep.
Very interesting. Very good!


I read with interest your poem, and yes would agree but it is kinda one sided as I see goiod too.sorry I don’t mean to diminish your poem I liked the format too but that was my first thoughts after reading first time. Have read a couple of times since as I study the format too.


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