Enigma Poem by Hafiz Muhammad Qasim

Enigma

The world is enough to read
A hyperbolic sense of creed
The path is cocksure and neat
There is no mercy nor do any plead
Hath divine power come to thee?
An idiosyncratic sense of gelid
How to vouchsafe this flibbertigibbet
It is wine upon world is sullied
A miniature of towering high bid
For Timbuktu with all nicest deeds

Hafiz Muhammad Qasim

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