Sabat Khan

Rookie (11/10/1983 / New Delhi)

Souls Of Metals - Poem by Sabat Khan

My life is all about smoking, talking and rocking.
Wherever I go people are hawking.
But I've still kept my faith,
the faith in my soul.
My soul is'nt pure, but it is alive for dead sure.
So I'm living.

I see faces of all the people around,
how they live up their lives; and break all the bounds.
They treat others for their own sake,
forgetting about their character which in itself is fake.
I see them rolling and scrolling just for a little fame,
but I say that at the end 'everything is out of lane'.
I guess, I am smart, as I am observing everyone,
who are probably the jack of all trades but the master of none.

Greed and filth are filled everywhere.
Every person is trying to hide from them.
But we live in the world of technology,
forgetting that it all revolves around the human biology.
The delusion of human mind goes so far,
that no one is capable of keeping at par.
They cross the limits of their bodies,
and left over is only rust and dirt.
I say I am dirty too,
but I am still sticking up with glue.
So if any one has any objection,
I simply say 'screw you'.

The souls they have within are nothing but the puppets of time dug in.
So there is no chance that you or I can change them.
Since they are the Souls of Metals,
only acids like Nick of Time can settle them.

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  • (2/6/2010 8:16:00 AM)


    What of the puppet master? Does he make them dance? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 6, 2010



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