I Abhor This Life, I Hate Poem by Aftab Alam

If an but actually I don’t like
I like straight forward answer
Without delay on the spot
I know why the delay is?
You will concoct the conspiracy
You will make a book, cover like Kashmir
I know the reality, aware I am, don’t teach
Beautiful sentences away from the thought
Only to make fool and nothing else
I want image of the thought that should
Come for debate, accept and be accepted

Terrorizing killing creating havoc
Life you made hell
I abhor this life, I hate
O man, life is given by heaven, the Lord
And terrorist you spit on that gift
Life is not chewing-gum
Chewed with gun and thrown

What am I? You should know
I will pull the dying sun
And make the darken lap barren
And I will bring the early dawn
By pulling brightness
I will be thy fuel.