Now, We Are Practicing Poem by Aftab Alam

What kind of travelers we are?
Not worried for the destination,
In fact, we don't love the Home,
We love the hotel or motel

All those will love the Home
Will get ‘Please come in', permission
The other will get confiscation

In fact, we don't fear with our act,
In fact, we are blinded with the eyes,
In fact, our self has destroyed us,
In fact, we are destroying to self,
In fact, we will be primitive soon,
Now, we are practicing ……