I Hate Peace On The Lap Of Poverty

Although I am made up of simple mud, Yet I am not simply dried brick-a fire thud, I'm brick of poverty furnace traveler, Rain can't weaken me, can't destroy me, Rain makes me strong; I am rain absorber Kiln of life for me; the dusty rusty clay's boon I am not so excited; I do not swoon, so soon I need more rain, more rain to sock and sock, Hardness: to bear life's ugliest joke without shock, I hate peace on the lap of poverty Day and night cannot walk together Eradication of poverty is the liberty I know puppet dance; don't teach hereafter? My laugh is the dirtiest spit on your cruel face, My laugh is but giggle from the wriggling mind Of mine, wiggling whisper from heart to mind-find You have made hell to this earth with boldness-confess Ney! Heaven's sake, don't preach peace- no, no, Truth can't be described with lie -please go, go, ©2014 Aftab Alam Khursheed. All rights reserved