I thought my loved ones will place me under the shade
They proved themselves wiser they put me on blade
By becoming saddest I enjoy and feel more happy and glade
People have some humanity but relatives are of third grade
It seems all claimant of blood are blood thirst and hounds
On one pretext or another they inflict pain on some grounds
For this cruel act they do not need any limits or any bounds
They do not portray any mannerism after very may rounds
Hence I have taken over the skin of crocodile not to feel
I have killed my heart to be one on one to offer a deal
I know I cannot put any medicine on them to cure, heal
With this rigmarole I cannot change movement of wheal
Life is to go and all of us we have to play our given part
Whether we stay together or we disengage and depart
This is what comes in end this is from where we start
Innocence cannot be overtaken by being clever and smart
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2015 Golden Glow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem is a bitter commentary on the reality and the flimsiness of human relationships. Very well articulated.