Kissed by a bee
Stung by a rose
Couplets and rhymes
All lost in prose

Cold red embers
Hot burning ice
All auctioned off
At lowest price

The pain within
In smiles, we hide
Wounds all healed up
Yet open wide

Moon lights the days
Nights see the sun
Wars fought in rooms
Peace held with guns

Castles for those
Fallen from grace
And for the good
Slums of disgrace

Deep seas run dry
Jungles lay bare
She’s burning up
And no one cares

Eyes open wide
No sign of light
Darkness engulfs
All that is bright

Blind men can see
The deaf can hear
The sensible
Don’t shed a tear

What’s up one day
The next it’s down
This world of ours
Is run by clowns

– Yousuf Bawany, July 2017