M. Shahid H. Chouhdry Poet Ghazal

Get Lost

Is there a beginning
or end to rue on
past,
Since I did sins,
made fools and get
lost,

I go to the police
for ravel and
politeness,
Expel out bribe, or
you may get lost,

A poor naïve man to
aristocratic man,
Rights are not same,
where I get Lost,

Am I missing or
screwed up my
thoughts,
Forget the last
listening of boss
go, get lost,

For deeds thou done
in sake of wealth,
Real beggar, a mere
fakeer finally you
get lost,

No favor for
livelihood or right
to living fakeer,
He born angel, die
fakeer and get lost,

O’er the theme of
these odes and my
passion,
They twaddle no
allocation right
here, go get lost,

I am proud if collar
and called rebel,
And sent to jail and
gallows, rest lost,

For writing beyond
cruelness to trivial
events,
Thou ruins thyself
and get lost,

Exploitation and
victimization
everywhere,
Shahid no place for
justness so get
lost.

Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry

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