Comments about Kaleemullah Hussain
Somewhere, in the mid of crowded, soulless and violent Roads.
The long! Endless queues of machines stuck in the grits.
There are cries and sorrows in the soul of wind,
The frozen daffodils raving in and around machines.
The violent roads in the flames of crazy cries.
Disturbed and depressed folks screaming at each other,
The sirens of ambulances and honks of anxious minion's
No one in peace, everyone in hurry! For nothing,
Walkways flooded with the obedient slaves, bowing their hea