Maqsood Qureshi Poems

She's thirty
I'm forty.

She's Dear Enemy
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You took a bullet for us
Gave us freedom.

You walked alone
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You kill, maim and mutilate us
And, call it jihad and holy war.

This is not our religion
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We've cut you down like grass
Don't you remember the past wars.

You're a ragtag bunch of cut-throats and mercenaries
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I've a big crush on her
She brushed me off
She's superrich and elitist
I'm Below Poverty Line, mediocre and amongst riffraff.
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