Iffy Poem by Hans Raj Sharma

Unsafe
In the hands of law
Law of the land
Under suffocation
Disappearing
All the charms
Of attraction and allure.
With due apology
From All-Powerful
Adjudicator
Who Judges
But
Only by works or deeds
On pure merit
Holding CCTV Cameras
Functioning on always.

Unsafe
In the hands of law
Law of the land
Cool, casual and careless
Feeling the feel
Comfortable
Over everything else
Turning
Negative sometimes
A moment of glory
Taking into the hell.
Simultaneously
At times though
A positive grandeur
Carrying to the heavens
Ratings just enhancing
Credibility of the being.

Unsafe
In the hands of law
Law of the land
Clicking, editing and sharing
Concealing facts material
Unmindful and forgetful
Of what is watched
By someone unnoticed.
Nothing seems pure
And certain
Except, the words I write
As an ecstasy-
Living a life King Size!

Unsafe
In the hands of law
Law of the land
At a time to do or undo
Overindulging in matters
Not to be taken lightly
When the mind is a milieu
Milieu of haze.
Putting
Stress to good or bad use
Under single observation
Of the greatest movie Maker
Producer and Director
Only Financier of the cosmos.

Unsafe
In the hands of law
Law of the land
All the apps and handy tools
Getting set with-
Unleashing
The pious vision.
Eating, playing playful
Shooting and shouting at
Catching the tiger tight
Crabbing still-
More and more for
The skin a source of love
To touch and feel
Making-
The summer of life hot
And the winter so cool
But, the sale is still hotter
When, the best designer
Of the universe
Puts forth the products
In the market
Market of image-makeovers
All's set to host the show.

Unsafe
In the hands of law
Law of the land
Engineering dreams
Indulging into illusion world
Making
Luscious landscapes
Creating an artistic space
For the greens in a glass
A miniature garden
For everyone to with start
Like Adam and Eve
A passionate affair-
For spinning the wedges
Being still under guard.

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Ludhiana, Punjab, India