Wonder, How This Happens
I oft wonder how this happens,
Flowers whilst sink stones swim at once.
The poor beg for a piece of loaf,
Piles reach dustbins, breads along buns.
Cows starve for a mere blade of grass,
Big bulls whilst clean up crops in tonnes.
Poor die parched, not a drop of oil,
On dead, many a ghee lamp burns.
Poor toil, life getting harsh on earth,
Rich pay dear to reach for heavens.
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Ghazal |14.11.2021| world
Poet’s note: Weird are the ways of this world.
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