Told Poem by malini kadir

Milling around in his head
His own limitations of his physic
His own lonely future's bed

If oft man's deepest fear and pain…..
His lack of trust, the very richness;
Of the non- committal feels low plain

Is the pain; neutralized by the holy man's faith?
Which wants to understand or is fighting to understand?
Yet the will and wish of every man; oft turns myth

People become politically inclined; weather and politics common talk
The general discussions of airing our opinions to friends' circle
Surely; trivia will remain trivia; men are not fanatics to stalk

Neither our women naive, I observe
They prefer to play to win too;
Perhaps; this world is Shakespearean stage to better serve