abdul razaq

(august 10,1971 / faisalabad, pakistan)

Dearness


Now a days prices of every thing is increasing
When we go to bazar, things are gazing
When we listen prices, our mind is begin to freezing
We think, It has been teasing

HOme budget is exceding
Looks like someone is seizing
Basic needs of man decreasing
We are quiet, watch proceeding

I think this is a bomb of dearness
It is blazing us wth rage
We shuold understand that swift age
we are living with very small wage

To decrease population, there are many ways
May be we have to engage the sun rays
We should search alternate source of flour and maize
Are some one closing in a cage

Have we found anyway to survive
Let the soul easy to live
We wish to live with in our hive
Is the world aware for such strive

may 8,2208.

abdul razaq

Submitted: Thursday, May 08, 2008

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