The Mayhem Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

The descent is to chaos, the bait fallen
The mayhem is, the world occupied,
Was it before, or the global village?
The farther we know, the deeper it is
Human conscience, more troubled than it was,
Nothing is in control, nothing settles
Every passing day, the retreating peace.
The noble savage, was not it better,
And freedom from want,
Many more die of hunger, of the ‘individual'
In economic struggle, looking for love'
Makes one laugh. Where turns,
The wheel of fortune, it is like
A stone mill, bereft, and whose life,
The serene morning is day's beginning
Hope is now, gone to the winds.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
June 20,2014.

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