NOTHING LEFT WHEN BATOOL GOES CORPOREAL Who to realise that woman, daughter of Eve superior to men, Adam an blend of water, mud and sand thrown from heaven; Man walks towards lady contained via natural instinct’s flux, Looking all around amid meek vision with covert ego deluxe; Voice barely comes from lips, falter from pillar to post grumble, Initially vested with humble attitude and gratitude preamble; One cannot judge a vendor among basket of flowers as garland, Flower holder happens to be woman’s crucial not Greenland; Theretofore he auctions preemptive grave ensuing deathbed, Women stride stops, feeble voice and parched lips get shred; Reality hit as the very secret of female-chastity gone shatter, Man in the garb of Satan played its nefarious role no matter; Female’s life becomes dry wood vulnerable to spark of ash, Voice dies, reputation lost, chastity ruined and sky gets rash; God never fated so, it was Adam’s voyage from Adam’s Peak, Struggling through ups and downs reach Eve in Arabia streak; Pragmatic temperament of have paradise under mother’s feet, When all the dweller of the world go astray only mother greet; Only mothers wants life of offshoot to move on in all respect, Sisters and brothers operate Cain and Abel suffer blood dissect; Only parents say,” God! Let our children go beyond our position.” Sisters and brothers say. “have rank of world; stay under apron; On doomsday each individual shall be called by name of mother, Great respect bestowed by God to a woman irrespective of father; Rapist destiny enshrined in Caliph Umer’s son named Abu Shama, Died with whiplashing thereto rest of lashes on grave Panorama; Men ought to learn partnership from animal living in wooded area, Progress gone down the hill men behaving abysmal with urticaria; Nothing is left when Batool the paragon of Virtues goes corporeal, Virtuous can’t be determined with Zaffar already full of sin surreal
Posted on: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 05:46:26 +0000
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