They walk and stare and walk and stare
Like I am some alien, not meant to be there.
I ask for help, they smile and nod
And then they simply walk off.
Is it me I ask? Is it me?
Should this place me free
Of one so clearly of another breed?
No, surely not.
That can’t be right.

I ask again, I beg, I plead.
Yet one by one they ignore me
As if I were a rotten seed
Planted by a foreign hand.
It is me. It is me.
They want this place free
Of one so clearly of another breed.
Funny that.

I leave.
I return.
With warmth and smiles I am greeted.
Refinement it may lack
Without a doubt that’s a fact.
But at least it has its humanity intact.

Rusty soul and dusty heart  
***** eyes with vague images  
Require cleaning to impart  
Sages not on daily wages  

But conviction and selection
  Inner need of one indeed  
Invigorates one to perfection
  Like a newly inborn seed  

Sincerity in worship is all 
 God comes down to kiss   
It is how we stall to install  
What is kindness & bliss  

God is kind to all humanity
 Considers them His family  
 Insanity touches but sanity  
He takes care on same plea

 God is kind with all mercy
  Being Master of the universe 
  He just see and foresee  
Whether constant or diverse  

Col Muhammad Khalid khan 
 Copyright 2014 Golden Glow