Yet You Didn't Want To See His Face... Poem by Nabeel Ahmad

It was a battle,
Irrespective of caste, creed or race.
Hidden inside was a rattle,
Who wanted to set up his base.
His bite could have been fatal,
With no court hearing his case.
With a heart of gold, a metal,
He was the real ace.
But still you didn't want to see his face...

He was a rockstar, they said.
Even the shoes comes with lace.
Left in the midst of hell with no aid,
Still he possessed the same grace.
They said, he won't be spoonfed.
Yet His love blossomed with same pace.
A whole lot of things were running in his head
The poison tresspassed his love to win the race.
Yet you didn't want to see his face...

An anti incumbency did prevail.
His heart wished- let's set up a furnace.
A million of drafts were pending in his mail.
Yes. They became an easy prey to backspace.
Everyone around wanted to see him fail.
But he wanted to give you space,
He fought and met the fate of a nail.
His feelings, his love, his poison all hid well inside a carapace.
But alas! You didn't want to see his face....