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