The world is running on a to and fro caricature,
May be piston of an engine or the wings of a bird,
May be a withdrawal after a failed adventure,
May be a to and fro movement that is absurd.
Living between hate and love, foolish and awkward,
His hate pushes me back to regret the thousand years,
But then it's his love that pulls me further forward,
I extend my arms while in my eyes are thousand tears.
Is he a friend or an enemy disguised as a friend?
I am a must for him and he is a must for me,
A decade of centuries together, another I intend,
Our politics needs something always to see,
And what is that something, a relationship,
May be with a bat or hockey-sticks a game of blame,
Sometimes empires, sometimes bookies, but passion's hip,
That leaves its seat in rage without any shame.
Neither I can blame it nor can he blame it,
The illiterate people who vote in the name of hate,
When he comes close to me he becomes a misfit,
My friend disguises as an enemy to change his fate.
politically it is outtta my reach mb of bd may for you preach JAZJI
Friendship and enmity Love and hate opposite movement of mind's mate o the mind wavering, fickle mind sometimes wanna expose its true nature sometimes wanna live in disguise layer it's difficult, it's difficult to understand it illiteracy, even literacy is defeated in mind's greed ........ ..........///
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A perceptive and insightful write. In the world of politics, lies and manipulations are vehicles to win the elections. Friendship is traded to ensure success. Another great political write, Sir Akhtar.