Be patient on the road, there are many a hog
Better to take stand by mode in fog
From the days of being a kindergarten
I knew the story of that covetous dog
But it isn't a mere imaginative tale
There are the routines where greed does flog
First one steals a bone from a meat shop
Runs eyes shut and becomes a rogue
Over a bridge saw a devil with another bone
Pounced over him coz his senses went clogged
The lust turned eyes into soulless buttons
And rest of the senses were filled with bog
The wheels of Sanctity and justice are jammed
The crowd has turned into Gog and Magog
See how the Impiety peeped into men
Every heart is dead, and a clear travelogue
©® Kawsar Khalil
Kashmir
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