Hollow Hearts Poem by Abdul Samad Rajput

Hollow their hearts are.
And minds stuffed
With hard feelings and ugly passions.
Toiling all days and nights
To be dexterous in an ugly art,
In finely decked rooms,
To let down the ones,
Who go against them,
Who go against their monopoly.
Going against their guts to vomit truth,
By breaking chains of the subjugation,
To unveil their sordid sega of lethargy;
Alas! they are left alone and never trusted
And da dum of the hollow hearts keep beating.