Perhaps Poem by Aftab Alam

Perhaps, something somewhere, we have missed.
Master is uncared and trouble that always hissed.
Pleasing is so easy, He must have been pleased
Our tongue that skids and the heart Un-blissed.

Perhaps, there is a paucity and eyes laden with tears.
Lips are so tight, can’t spell the truth, feared he fears.
Just now a bird flew from the shadowy green.
Just now a leaf broken from the bough, what does it mean.

Eyes, filled with lust and the tongue so dignified.
Performing the rituals to showoff, a self gracified.
Ah! We have woven a trap to trap, and now we shave trapped.
We hid ourselves and the drapers they draped.

Perhaps, something somewhere, we have missed.
Master is uncared and trouble that always hissed.
Pleasing is so easy, He must have been pleased
Our tongue that skids and the heart Un-blissed.