Clinging on
To rusted shoulders
His desire to be an in chief
Commanding the poor souls,
Poets and all
His wish is to control
A bullying sort
With an ‘Indian dialect’
Portends the Bard’s sense,
Climbs the ladder
By breaking the steps
On other’s toes
On the loose
Hurting sensibilities -asking
For lessons in attitude
A ‘master’ with a stick
Or a monitor in a class
Someone may
Please make him understand.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
August 15,2013.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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