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To play:

Be holed up in a damp cell, to plead your innocence.

Everyone participating will be the convict, but there is one

true assassin among the wrongfully accused. By popular vote, someone will get executed. Be wrong, the assassin takes another life at night time and there will be 1 surviving inmate.

There was no signature, just a black feather

My mentor assassins enviously,

While I slay passionately.

The charlies don’t even notice they have the same surname, pun intended.

©copyright Mehjabin Shahed 10/01/2015

Pray Believe

Life can place moments with the stars all wrong

Apostate the cynicisms

To the blissful memories, the stars did do right

With that spirit one must survive.

Luck can sometimes go on a strike

Self-pity only complements communism

Favourite songs can bore tiresomely

Alas, revenge can never serve anyone right.

 

Wisdom can dawn on modesty being exhaustive

Dispositions of much arbitrated idealisms

Then, imagine all cynics quenching on running nostrilsHypothetically, enjoy the slurring fight.

 

Stars will shine all over the sky

Adorning the night the spaciously around their regions

Tending to overpower each with the otherOnly for you to decide, which of the stars are live.

 

For there are enough stars for everybody

And for every soul’s rosemary to over-write.

  ©copyright Mehjabin Shahed

 

 

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