Modern Society - Poem by Aftab Alam
Her beauty on the carpet of youth having a jive
Like honey drips in spring from the waxy hive
What Youth but infirm, all are dying for a drop
Carelessly with hellish gait moved without prop
And there curious fledgling having a tasty watch
As they are in a club for race with lass in a yacht
She swaggered with sexy dagger and killed many
Nudity of humanity on backless honey tyranny
‘Whether it is a Advertisement, Media, a Party,
Lady youth is displayed to make all senseless.
All are the rapist including society that oppose
Wrap thy body like an angel, ye the boon on earth’
The curse of Lord on all, all have seen
One behind the bar other raped, on screen
Watched and spit on this act and reacted
Shame! Much dirt society has accepted!
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