Amna Javed

There’s this circumference

Of a circle which

I try to abhor

The wants of a human stitch

His hands with some more

His greed renders destruction

He would hobble on a gold road

But never get a golden path

Some whisper and some roar

But who knows the aftermath?

Amna Javed


Amna Javed

Amna Javed

A student of grade 11th hoping to discover the mysterious domains of knowledge