Mushtaque B. Barq

I was alone, on a mount I yelled, wayward flock joined in with a ticket and token. I was a topic now without punctuations the flow went unchecked, in place of simile smile I pushed "Innovation" tagged. Now that " Change" a rhetorical device in my hand I used and spoiled my diction. Shall I now dump my remains beneath a headstone or in the grave up above for I now doubt the shrouded skull be hanged. Mushtaque B. Barq

Mushtaque B. Barq