Ceasfire

 

egos are bloating

self copulating

 

each one wishes the other dead

so many young men miserable unrest

 

no more sharing ganja anymore

no more gulping daaru galore

 

loneliness is not about misery at all

but sweet silence forbidden for all

 

loneliness was never for those fond of evening tea

like poetry is not just about form but to burden free

 

i wonder what the impatience is about

but lets peace it out nastiness is uncouth

 

though it is not that I’m already imposing tehzeeb

the roots are faulty but so is your leaking pen habib