CALL OF THE HOUR. POEM.

 CALL OF THE HOUR . 

                    A F  EKBAL.

Wish to say something, can't 

As you are afraid of, so stay bent, 

If don't say anything, conspiracy is there- 

So you are buttoned up and silent ? 

Wish not listening everything around 

Don't want to be poisoned your ear, 

May be questioned- having ears 

All the declarations don't you hear ?

Not looking here and there- 

Afraid of the surrounding agony !

-Why don't you see all these around 

Isn't the over wanky to hide the

testimony ?

Thinking about ? Afraid of  

Is it being reflected in the face ? 

If you don't think, something is there 

May be a forgery or mastery case !  

Concentrated in reading? Afraid of  

Who is the one peeping from behind ? 

If you don't read, pretending a lazy- 

The guy is all scandal's mastermind ! 

If you write, afraid that  

Some can discover it's unpleasant meanings ! 

Why so much ambiguity 

With which outfit have your leanings ?

If you are afraid always, can't do anything 

In doubt and misfaith and fear, 

How long will remain seized in cage ? 

Breakup the iron doors of the cage dear ! 

               02-10-2021.

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