Under the Lust
In this entire world there is none to be trustworthy
Near, dear ones are chained in their vested interests
Every move is calculated to take all fruit of the tree
Internally hypocrites portray externally the sophists
Trust is a that rare commodity sold on need to fulfill
Personal desires fully covered with just lust and greed
Honesty is taken to the altar time and again is to kill
Every relation is of need which in hatred brings bread
Human have many faces of animals hidden in cover
Their so called innocence is covered under the lust
Throughout ones life one is never ever but to discover
Because eyes are dirty and hearts are in complete dust
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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