Just Penned!! – ​The grapple with the shopping app

I downloaded a cup of venom

Available at just a tap

A free of cost app

That tied me without a clasp
I see a wicked gnaw

I’m scratched by a filthy claw

The lure is the mart

That tries nabbing me to the cart
The checkout is blinking

The offer tags are kinky

Driving me almost nuts

To buy the useless with utmost guts
The heart that shrinks at the needy

Throbbed like a lustful dog

The device that had the holy book

Kept me off the tempting fog
For everytime I close the app

Without at least buying a cap

The consumer fever snatched my nap

And I feel poor and feel a gap
It makes me forget His mercy

It makes me complaining and longing

At the stroke of a weak moment

It makes me jealous and burning
The mysterious big data blow

Makes it hard to stand an online shop

No blissful greetings

No surprise meetings
It kindles all the greed and pride

And takes me for a frenzy ride
With all might and prayer

I’ve once again closed buying nothing

O Lord, I thank Thee

For Thee kept me from selling me
I wish to burn my wishlist

I swear, wouldn’t add anything to the cart

I wish looking out for the needy

And help those in despair
Thank you online shop

I’ve bought my senses back

Stop your stealthy prying

And stop your filthy trying
Mashook Rahman


Just Penned!! – Humanity – The new UFO


The World is equipped with newer tools
Whose prototypes the ages have praised
The flints that gave the first sparks for light
Now cry for having taught exploding

The threat of alien invasion
Unveils the truth of their non-existence
The dread of human wickedness
Is uglier than the alien invasion

Humanity is the new UFO
The “unidentified feature often”
The hell is taking its perfect shape
In the bosoms of hatred rotten

Release all the stinking gasses
Kill all the tenderly masses
Leave not the breeze that passes
Leave not the bit of carcasses

O, zombies
Resurrect to your human form
Believe! Humanity is still the life’s norm
Nudge all the muzzles of weaponry
Budging to love shouldn’t be secondary

Plant more love than the mines
Breath love into the trench in the ravines
Expel the hatred imposed
Impel the love deposed

The dream of conquests
Only end in making graveyards
Not empires!!

Mashook Rahman
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