A peculiar class of people
wear such smiles,
whether you call them commons,
petty bourgeoisie, or simple ordinary.
They sometimes make you happy
but most of the times they annoy you
with their superficiality
and complete lack of understanding.
They have secret keys
ordinariness brings them
with rucksacks of mediocrity,
escaping a disagreeable situation
with smallest possible
expenditure of intelligence,
and have immense stores of love.
They are successful people of the age.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
July 25,2015.
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