Muslim Mothers Pain

to a cosmic wheel
viciously enchained
forever a beggar she
will remain to a god
hard of hearing she
fervently complains
manacled painfully
to her misery she
wants to break free
of these rusty heavy
chains pursued by
more rejection on
the silent soul of
her dreams some
more vicissitudes
of pain..two children
a third waiting on
the threshold
peeking in through
the panes her life
wasted in vain

God Tells Me What To Shoot Muslim Beggars Poor Destitute

children hardened
by hunger silent
mute to the rich
who give them
money victuals
they look cute
the pain of living
arduous acute
forgiving fate
for the calamity
of this birth
a silence resolute
searching for their
roots ..in the wild
wilderness of an
urban jungle
blessings they
freely distribute
abysmal absolute

Some Lucky Muslims Are Born With A Silver Spoon

some muslims are born poor
die fade out very soon
call them minorities ..but
they are part of our nation
living in ghettos impoverished
communes ,, politicians  use them
as vote banks ..but to their pain
are immune .. once votes have
been garnered bring in the
bulldozers build condominiums
for the rich powerlords  tycoons
the fear of fate impending monsoon