World Is Strange Poem by Colonel Muhamad Khalid Khan

World is strange with all its strangeness it haunts
Sincerity is always taken as a plaything to play
On very many occasions it derails and changes in taunts
Straightfowarded people become disappointed to say

Vice to virtue and virtue to vice to take or to give chance
People take shelter behind curtains not to show their faces
Morality is tested and it becomes difficult for good to stance
Evil prevails over good and good loses all its identity traces

Truth does not require any defence to plead what all is right
Falsehood travels cover to cover to win over all the dood deeds
Shadows become big to be taken a thing of consequence in sigh
They play to glorify with monilifornin but with garland beads

Faithless people as they are and faithless people they will remain
Wrath will take them on for their henious crime and dirty desingn
They will never ever be bestowed with mercy and its eternal rain
Time will celebrate them not as a figure of respect but as a dirty wine

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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