Have No Guts To Face Poem by Aftab Alam

Someone stood at my door, knocking
And I, heard the rap, uncared sopping
Perhaps, I knew what message he had,
Know; enjoyment thrills n good seems bad.

Guest recited-Lord have sealed both
The hearing and the heart, O unfaith
There is nothing, there, but the covering,
‘Tween you and me, evils are hovering

Don’t think to beguile Lord and those
Who believe, they beguile none, save,
Save to self, perceive–brought a dose
For you for beautiful life, you must have

O Truth! Have no guts to face, palsied
I’m, sprouting in me, sown what seed?