Ploughed the field,
Sown the seeds of evil,
Watered with dream,
Shouting now—peace—peace,
Sprout is killing,
Plant yet to grow,
No repentance,
Heart: A pitcher, full of vice,
Hopeful sky—life is so nice.
Laugh-laugh and laugh,
You big, you are so small!
A deity: Peace-mused- call,
©2014 Aftab Alam Khursheed. All rights reserved
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