Treasure Island

RUBAB ATWAL


Awake


When the sun goes down
and dastardly night takes over
I will be awake.
When honesty from every flower
will be replaced by devious thorns
I will be awake.
When veracity itself will debilitate people
I will be awake,
to make the bitter sorrow turn into ecstasy
I will be awake
(when all others sleep)
to make the detrimental useful.

Submitted: Sunday, August 04, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 30, 2013
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