Adolescent Cries & Condolence
I was feeling so weak
Finding no way to speak
In the jungle of human wishes
I was left bereaved
I was being made commodity
Or a man just to be fun
Like a concubine without zest of life
How ill i was to be ill-defined
In the mercy of circumstances in dog-eats dog world
Where the passion is eat drink and be served
I was alarmed at painting that world
No way to gossip about or absorbed
Come hither come thither in the valley of thud
No roar of gallantry but a piece of mud
Like a peanut-butter i was governed
In the middle of no where where i reached
That was but, a point of no return
Having no depth to enroll in the valley of dread
Here-in is time to speak well and well enough
To speak reality whatever you dreamed
poem by Hafiz Qasim
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