We have nothing to share but to abuse at our back
Down trodden people with strayed,misled track
Muddy eyes with ***** hearts so black just to slack
This is how hypocrites attack on each other to ransack

We talk and talk just nonsense and all but *******
We in our interest are very clever and very selfish
Hence human values are too devilish to accomplish
How can we refine ourselves with an innocent wish

Let us be honest in our approach to be just straight
Closed darkened ways to be enlightened our gate
Fate only then changes in to fortune to reciprocate
Sincerity takes us to the gallows to make us great

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Here in poets' glory, we bask....
Not long ago, a bard did ask,
"When did poetry become ethnography?"
Verse is part of human anthropology,
Even part of Christianity,
Millions of people read the psalms,
Millions of folk read their Koran,
As part of their faith of Islam,
Poetry is a sweet and sour dish,
You can interpret as you wish,
Each verse is a snapshot of society,
Part of our cultural anthropology,
So, "When did poetry become ethnography?"
This muse has set us a task,
Good question to ask, good question to ask,
As here, in poets' glory, we bask.....

Our love was our king
It crowned and spurred
It drowned and spared

Our love was our circus
It tricked and peaked
It ticked and picked  

Our love was a corner
It secluded and dreamed
It submerged and sexed

Our love was a taboo
It was a sensitive secret
It hide as others chased it

Our love is our kiss of life
To honour and bathe in
My angel, my cloud of love

A world without love,
it is the world of the unknown,
It will be a world of food,
and we will not survive this run.

Here's a tale of the future, it's
Big things from small particles, bits,
Called Nanoparticles, new natural,
We'll dance their syncopation as normal,
Yes, "From little things big things grow!"
How far shall we with nanos go?
Duty-free DIY helpful, it's
Our future ahead, Nano bits!

Somebody once told me that to love would be the strongest feeling of
All. Yet I discovered a new feeling the other day, I felt
Vacant. Surely most have felt this at some point in their lives. My mind was
Empty. I sat there for a while contemplating what that meant, to be vacant.
Over and over again, but could not yet come to a conclusion.
Ultimately, I was confused. I turned to my mother for answers but
Right at that moment, as I turned, I realised that it isn't just an emotion.
Something physically leaves your body for your mind to become this.
Oddly enough we are frozen almost, even for the shortest amount of time,
Under a spell perhaps? No, not a spell, but a curse. And just
Like that I understood, for us to be entirely conscious, we need someone to
**save our soul.

The sun hides in this place
The grey clouds hamper it's light.

Here the stones rest,
Long straight rows, emblazoned with names.

A sergeant here, a corporal there.
The rank no longer matters.

In battle they were brothers,
In death their stones share space.

The snow crunches underfoot moving through
The mass, a solitary crow stands sentinel.

Ever watchful, ever present,
We mourn, we respect, we love.

Men and women, they gave their lives for us.
For our sons and daughters to know better
Futures.

In a dream of God,
Heaven was full of virgins.
In a dream of Lucifer,
Hell was full of free woman.
In a dream of me, earth was overpopulated.