Poetry

Hammad A. photo

By

Muhammad Mushtaq Khan

It’s Too Hot To Live

It’s too hot to live,

When a feudal’s offspring,

Nurtured on humane blood,

Kills an alone son,

Before the eyes of naive sisters,

Sleeps on royal bed,

In a prison poor shiver to think,

Makes sign of victory,

On the hearing of his deed,

Ends up in a proper deal,

Victims seek pardon,

To let them flee.

It’s too hot to live,

When a mother mourns,

On burial of her son,

Killed being a hurdle in a road race,

Justice again prevails,

Victims consisting females,

Are forgiven to live more.

It’s too hot to live,

When might is right,

Is in full bloom,

Killers and looters,

Wear golden crowns,

Raising slogans of joy,

In the holy shrines,

Deal is broken,

For the whole victims,

Choose their respective cruel,

To embrace slavery in lowest grades,

To live in a real theme.

What Should I Do

What should I do,

I smile I do not weep,

I have a wall before my eyes,

With BOLD n Black headings,

A pile of breaking news,

Going to fail in drawing attention,

Of wild human beings,

Taste of vision of blood,

Serial of explosions,

Trails of killings,

An essential part of,

Breakfast and dinners,

Like an interesting soap,

Increasing appetite,

To have more in style,

Victims dead bodies,

Are just extra characters,

Of these short viral clips,

We are viewers with rights,

To demand improved quality,

Till a moment destined,

Without any doubt,

We are to perform this role,

Soon discrimination,

Will be shunned overall,

Killers directors of these

Clips will become actor

To undergo heat of fire,

Discharged by an exploded body,

Castles luxury bungalows,

Will become ashes of debris,

Few those void of greed,

Will accompany the real peace,

With real promised Man.

Muhammad Mushtaq Khan

I am a simple man doing nothing as sources of legal income are really narrow here in my country Pakistan. I firmly believe destruction brings about fine construction so I wait for total destruction.