Shinning eyes in the crowd speak tales of life and of the past
They reflect a lustrous simplicity and yet remain puzzled in their minds,
Sometimes they climb the clouds of their underived needs
While going through the stigma and the layer cakes of their dirty lives.
Hot boiling kettles of these naked impatient souls dictates a climate
And their extreme poignant thoughts can leave you blundered in disdain,
Their hands might seem clean but for those deep hidden desires in their heads
It seeps lust through its walls like a melting candle crying in vain.
– Muzaffar Ahmed