Poem: Off White
Babar Bashir
Ailing world expected to wear the mask,
But a few are understanding the task;
So many innocent lives are dying,
Even the Doctors are crying;
People aren’t ready to abort,
Breathing last gasp on life-support.
Youth is struggling with unemployment,
Is there none to understand our predicament?
The qualification is essentially high,
Alas, our aspirations are soon going to die.
Inflation is soaring towards its peak,
Poor labourer is becoming deadening weak;
Children ask for a single penny,
Hopeless father hardly earns any.
Water and power getting no rebate,
Officials not ready for the debate;
Deplorably we receive bills on time,
But proclaiming our rights is a crime.
Listen, population is not a problem,
Allow your dexterity to blossom;
Certainly we can achieve anything,
Motivating the mind is the ardous thing.
For who gave His everything to mankind,
There’s little would he ask to us, blind;
God bestowed us with nature’s gift,
Should we humans try not to make a rift?
Let us all strive to find out a way,
The capable has to become a hopeful ray.
(The author is a poet and hails from Banihal)
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