Escapism Poem by Hafiz Muhammad Qasim

What you cannot escape is sheer hardwork
What you cannot escape is the momentum to keep your dignity
So you are not dead by unassailability
The one mist or which no one partake
The embellishment of dreadful
That haunts man in
In his his or her
Just to elucidate as parlance of hope
When there is no hope at all
All go well by the rhythm of homeside chimneys
Where my Mom was making bread
Just the love which lures
For each one of us
Who did not make it humbug

Hafiz Muhammad Qasim