Just Penned!! – Happy People Rule

 

The problem is…
The world is straight
Where fashion makers to faction makers
Everyone is free!!

The follies were backed
By the rights activists black
The deficiencies were fed
With immunity and bred

When it was one gay denounced
Rights ensured it to be legally pronounced
When it was a petty drug cartel
Iron arms dug them channels
When weaponry clubbed with porn and drug
Society had made a party hall ready
When it was a voice against those
The iron spear spelled “HARSH JUSTICE”

One, few and many
The numbers of criminals hiked
When appeals were against those
The accused rose to punish

The right are now feeble and meek
Truth is coy to pronounce justice
Sentences are made as per the ploy
Feeble truth is kicked like a toy

The decayed hand of political society
Have put people into petty fights
Rights claim rights
When blight munches upon the roots

Mercy is put to be questioned
Left with no answers
It should submit to the sentence
And get happily hanged!!

Happy people rule!

Mashook Rahman
Photo Courtesy: Internet

 

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Just Penned!! – I’m on the look out for me

I’m not reading anything new
As I haven’t done any good
With what I read and knew!

Books seem to be villainous
They put me
Under a notion,
An opinion, or a perspective
I don’t read the dailies
They seem like
Winking at me from the pathways

I’m not worried about
The causes and effects
I’m not worried about
The world politics

I gnaw at the scornful cams
Least bothered about
The barred dams

I don’t listen
To the dunning weapons
Handled by the dreadful demons

I don’t pity the victims
I don’t care
Happen what may around me
I’m on the look out for me

I’m not in the books
I’m not in the dailies
I’ve not taken bullets
I’m not into politics
I don’t peek into people

When the world is happy
Doing all the bad
What’s the point in brooding on?!

I’m on the look out for me

Mashook Rahman

Just Penned!! – The Broken Magic Wand

 

I found a wand neath my feet
The wand was calm and still
Taking the wand, I just whipped the air
Nothing came or cared to crackle!

Yet, I had my wishes spelled
The air was still, the air was still
Even I used my name to chant
Nothing moved, the air was still

I broke the wand and wandered
With no aim, I meandered
All my spells fell slander
I kicked the wand that reprimanded

There broke lightning in the sky
Jolted me, running shivers through the spine
There, I heard the trumpet of the tusker
Then, I heard a lion’s roar

The land was not fit for such fauna
Even I didn’t belong there
As I wondered what brought them there
My wand just winked at me

I was caught up with the dread of greed
The night was rude, I feared I’d bleed
I thought of putting the wand back to shape
Till the dawn, the dread had me raked!

At the dawn, I blushed in shame
The wand was just a piece of dog’s bone!

Mashook Rahman
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Just Penned!! – The Last Supper

The world is the cross
And everyone next is Judas

The world is approaching the last supper

Every grain and gulp of which is venomous
The fallen angels still fight for the minerals

Picking the best fuel for their rivals’ funerals

The jealousy foolish mankind is easy to tempt

That greed has taken over in all its attempt
The soils are in dispute

The waters are completely pollute

The air is filled with filth of greed

Humans have mutated into a different breed
The deep cold hearts are stirring the stew

To serve every fellow and to leave only few

The last supper I had just then…

Reminds me the last supper every then
The break of the mischief of the hellish hellish mind

Hath spelled filthy wrath on lustful humankind

Benign Lord is the binding force behind

That keepeth the soul from falling off blind
O Lord of the last supper..

Shower us with wisdom and peace

Let not the mean stink of Satan take over us

With all his ways of tempting and tease
Give us the strength to starve

Give us the strength to strive

Give us the strength and the drive

Till back on soil, mercy arrives
Hail Thee O Lord!

Hail Thy might and grace

Let me not fall for the hefty feasts

Till Thy merciful hand descend and feeds
Hail.. Hail.. Hail Thy mercy!

Mashook Rahman

Just Penned!! –

I’m the gray space
That yearns for grace
My steep base
Defies me a face

Withered wings
Giggled at me falling
The hard stains of sins
Pull me down

I feel the gravity of grace
Escaping into vanity
The parity of darkness heavy
Kept me falling straight

My gray being
Is tossed to be black
My gray being
Yearns to be white

The gray ne’er slips off me
Yet I slip off with the gray
Nowhere to perch and stay
Would mercy berth me today?!

Mashook Rahman
Photo Courtesy: Internet