Bloody-Muddy Thought Poem by Aftab Alam

Time—you are an old man—poisonous,
You have deteriorated the whole world,
When you will die? —I'll make my own,
Will make you lass, for you I keep gown
You will be my party doll, all will praise,

A decorative slave to enchant my verse,
Enough you've played; I will play with you,
I will take revenge of you—I will reverse,
I wish to put you in cage; I wish to kill you,
Desirous I am-greedy to thy wings—thy blaze

Alas! I can't do it, none can do it-you are touch less
Tell this world-you are hopeful and we are hopeless