World is full of ****** and rascals
Satan surpasses all innocent angels
Darkness is more with less candles
Hence world goes on in ***** circles

Holy robes portray all filth and dirt
Nakedness goes just up to the skirt
***** hearts and eyes seek comfort
Greed is there to make them pervert

Let hearts and eyes be clear and clean
So that reality cherishes just to be seen
With impure blood people are so mean
Barren lands can not be fertile and green  


Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

I had  a dream of travelling;  just that - travelling, not  leaving, not staying ; travelling.
At the station
Faces look out from the bus, familiar faces, continuing on their journey.
Their journey. Not my journey.

No going back, or even looking back, I can't see the road behind, only glimpses
Of what it may have been.

I'll stay here a while in no- man's land. Or stay forever
Sit in the shelter at the roadside and pretend.
Tell all the people in the queue, ' No. Not my bus. I have a while to wait, a while to wile.' I say.
Scan timetables and adverts  idly,
Then sit and sit , then sit some more
And wait until a bus comes rolling down the hill with cheery driver and with all the windows lit.
Jump on and go with it.