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. ___________________________________ Ghazal |14.11.2021| world Poet’s note: Weird are the ways of this world.