Nudity Of The Nude Poem by Aftab Alam

We are a born king or prince, queen or princess,
That's why we don't want to be subject
The care which we get at babyhood
‘Tis divinity, glorified, dignified life, a fact
This is up to the toddler life, your highness.

The curtain of care, as it was before, is dragged
We find many changes in minds map; bragged
Inertia of mind; abhorrence, re -coup attitude
Sustains life long, this is the nudity of the nude

Although care towards new comers is seen
But most careful lot, here, we are, I mean
Angels shy, glorify the lord, seeing an infant
They love, they pray, Lord: "A Kingly saint"

We turn to be a devil, a terrorist, a rapist
A lost king or a cruel animal, an anarchist

The king who don't care his subject is not a king
A selfish king is burning brute, in hells flaming ring