Living In Chaos
From The dawn to dusk
And on the hot sands of time
I live in chaos
Not of my making
May be of God’s design
In this world of more tears and less smiles
Jews,Muslims and Gentiles
And all the sons and daughters of Adam and eve
I have started to believe
Happiness and satisfaction
Does not lie in gold and dollars
But,in the innocent smile of a poor boy
Who laughs it out despite his torn clothes?
And sleeps on the floor, to rise another day
And enter into the world full of chaos
To grow into a man of destiny
Copyright © Waqar Khan | Year Posted 2011
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