Col Muhamad Khalid Khan

Gold Star - 52,359 Points (Ist May 1958 / Abbottabad Pakistan)

The Players - Poem by Col Muhamad Khalid Khan

The so called innocent are not straight
With different look they are hypocrite
Meanest of mean look apparently great
For discovering truth one has to wait

Life is but a set of events so strange
What is constant and what is change
What is in and what is out of range
What is arranged and what is to arrange

Shrewd just in their vested interests
Full of greed and full of all lusts
Blowing like severe wind gusts
Eaten up by their own distrusts

Will become victim of their own tricks
Can not hold on to their sham sticks
When their conscious just pricks
With their own tricks are in kicks

World is but a circus with players
Who claim themselves soothsayers
With blind eyes they see the glares
Buyers of all sets are actual payers

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2015 Golden Glow

Topic(s) of this poem: art

Form: Limerick

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 3, 2015

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