by Ms Tabzeer Yaseen
I have locked myself in here,
Why don’t I go out there?
Don’t I hold my freedom dear?
So, I sneak out clandestinely,
To make my first move towards my family
But what I see is the absence of love, compassion, warmth and humility.
The streets are crowded with so many pseudo- intellectuals,
Who profess to follow so many ‘isms’
Till I found that they hold nothing dearer than materialism.
The rich want a catch,
The poor want to snatch,
In this game, ‘everybody is at scratch’
Women complain of being exploited,
Men retort as being targeted,
There’s a need for these jargons to be deconstructed.
I found out my way through somehow,
And came across a blood-soaked dove,
She said, “This is the worth of peace my love!”
Strangulated, I return back to my prison
Because I find no reason,
To live freely in a world full of treason.
Last updated April 03, 2015