They wear a mask of dirt and lies,
To hide filth and fraud in eyes,
With torn and rot mind they smile,
Pain is the reward they give to people glide.
Mouth always with dirty flies,
Nation to them is always otherwise,
They smile but beguiling masses cry,
They offer prayer with a mind vile.
Beneath our feet they floor hot tiles,
To see people tortured their soul arise,
In counting peoples’ tear their heart ride,
In a world sad they dream happy wide.
In a nation miserable they bask,
Because they wear a secular mask.
FROM:
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
You talk about a great portion of the world's population. Good poem.
very good write, strip the secular mask and find your freedom, I love it 10 ++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Secularity shown with good sense of the insolency around and the melancholy that lies deep inside every poor soul.... Regards Naseer