Confusion Poem by Aftab Alam

Muddled headed men keep horn on their mind
Beware of them, anytime they may poke unkind
A kite without thread-that glides with gaily and gay
Their fate subject to fate-a tree, kids or wires to pay

They may not be stupid yet they seems so stupid,
Now talking about an angel diverted turns to cupid,
Once He was talking about God, shown me a Dog,
When objected-replied all the same, didn't tell hog

He questioned to me-Hi, Sister, what's your name,
Astonished eye, I asked; are you playing a game?
No Mister I just wanted to know your good name,
But you said Sister-I am male, you put me in flame,

I did no mistake, just alphabet slipped from mouth
Once I walked towards the north, reached to South
In fact sun that indicates the east and the west
It seems both the same- crimson red- east or west

I wait a moment whether going to be bright or dark
Bird's movement enhanced, singing with no bark,
Both the periods resembles to me-always I confuse,
, Death or birth-you see- they joke with us-they amuse