Shakil Ahmed Baliyavi


O flower!
You always smile!
Presented to loved one
You smile,
On bridal bed
You smile
On the dead body
You smile
Don't have you a sense?
Perhaps you don't have brain
No feel no thrill no spine
You are dead to others pain or disdain
I am a man
With mind and brain
Senses down to the spine
I also smile
But when needed
I weep
I cry, feel pain
I am special
Not like you
A dead junky
Who bloody
Have no senses
To feel the situation
Sorry, you are
Worthless creation…………………