Aftab Alam

(15 th April 1967 / , , RANCHI,)

Respice Finem(See the end)


Blood that flows to the heart through the vein,
Peace that emanates from heart to mind, in vain,
Heavenly words that tongue and mouth utters,
Why it differs from the heart that it mutters?

Liar proves to be a pious, keepeth unseen mask
The pace with peace flag, shameless grin, Ye ask!
Still we trapped with our own folly, lost in vanity
Where are those hands? Find; rose once for charity

Cajoled they, those keepeth the cupid desire, sullied
The gaudy Dandy; destroyed and shattered the dream
Un- lipid dissolved in humanity and nicely they bullied
Up to neck, drenched in vice, their pitchers, full brim

When humanity cries, they tearfully cry, with a hum
Me seen their end, and you, must see; Respice finem

Submitted: Wednesday, October 02, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 02, 2013

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