With body of clay full of greed and lust
Carrying in their eyes and heart just dust
From many hypocrites which one to trust
Their tricks always take them with a burst

Dishonesty is just their sole ornament
Falsehood based on only false comment
Transitory bodies with soul permanent
They play tricks with God cent per cent

Doomsday is about to come and to play
They will not be able to see dawn of day
All is falsehood whatever they just say
In their ***** clay they will be buried to lay

They will the repent on their all crimes
They will carry the tomb of the times
They will have the taste of paradigms
They will face their fate without chimes

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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