‘Mama dharma’ went to get oil
‘Istighfar’ shield not Achilles’ heel.
Pocketed beings with broken up brain
Defiled from within and drained.
Bared of morals and principles
Take boots to walk along smooth sites.
Wear eye-glasses, to unnotice sorry sights.
Paste masks to avoid sticky smells.
Ear-plugs to unhear groan.
Sensible organs past possible to moan.
Blistered tongue to provoke
And stangled conscience on a death row.
Still, action directed to penetration
Values of every kind to degradation.
Bitten by Snake, fanatics
Spit venom to foment conflicts.
Quran, Puran, Bible, lunch-box.
Dishes, full of pleasure, full of flesh.
Intellect vapours media screen.
Untimely appear; and disappear unseen.
Heavens save us!
But, O my God
We don’t think you, therefore we are…!
On the way to Morgue
Engraved inside coffin a body minus soul
Horibol! Horibol! Horibol!
Last suggestion, behave!
‘As long as we are among humans, let us be humane’
‘ ita’e dhil qurba’