'Insane Foe' Poem by M. Shahid. H Chouhdry

Let we contrive and the vow,
To follow treaties of steadfast go,
Fetch up this ruthless game of tow,
And devastate this insane foe,
So-called love and its grove,
To get rid of the brow,
To root out this evil grows,
To end all from head to toe,
To begin a journey in straight row,
Of the unending pain and woe,
No more prisoner and POW,
Of the love and voodoo,
So no one is able to bow,
And not even to think or trow,
And we begin to glow,
To live alone steady and slow,
Live happily, free as ocean flow,
Pray this happens So,
We live alone so it may how,
A land free from pain and blow! ! ! ! !

7 September 2013 1355 HRS Shorkot Pakistan
M. Shahid H. Chouhdry © ®