Sukhveer

Spirit

Why do they hide

With money, guns and power they abide

Wreckless in thought

Unempathetic in action

Sons of Islam they are not

They masquerade

A cunning charade

An unbound moral beauty

Broken so brutally

How can an innocent man find his stride

The Mughals are back for another bout

They smirk unaware that somehow

For all they sneak and spread around

By one rule they are all bound

The falcons claw like a hound

Baaz will uproot you off the ground .

Poetry