by Athar Mudasir
The garden of pride Sowing pride
The sunflowers, lilies, dazzies are ashamed of pride of gardener
The bees which regenerate garden are smoked and looted
The butterflies which moved the world are been hooked for fishing.
The apples are plenty and unbearable to hold on trees
The treasures are filled over the terrace, but no needy and orphan finds any grace
Rivers gush between the gardens and fills envy in heart of a gardener
Is this Garden a paradise and invincible, urges the thought in the heart of the gardener.
The garden of pride sowing pride
The wrath befell over the night, the gardener in deep sleep unknowing of such a plight
The gardener and his men marching the tilth early in the Morning, whispering evil and greed
Singing songs and raising noise, with long boots and pockets.
They saw the Garden they went Mad how could it be so Bad,
No- we are ruined shout among men!
The Garden is stripped bare and barren land.
They approached each other blaming each other,
Regretting and kneeled souls they felt and yet conceited why they?
The garden of pride Sowing pride
The sunflowers, lilies, dazzies are ashamed of pride of gardener
The bees which regenerate garden are smoked and looted
The butterflies which moved the world are been hooked for fishing.
The apples are plenty and unbearable to hold on trees
The treasures are filled over the terrace, but no needy and orphan finds any grace
Rivers gush between the gardens and fills envy in heart of a gardener
Is this Garden a paradise and invincible, urges the thought in the heart of the gardener.
The garden of pride sowing pride
The wrath befell over the night, the gardener in deep sleep unknowing of such a plight
The gardener and his men marching the tilth early in the Morning, whispering evil and greed
Singing songs and raising noise, with long boots and pockets.
They saw the Garden they went Mad how could it be so Bad,
No- we are ruined shout among men!
The Garden is stripped bare and barren land.
They approached each other blaming each other,
Regretting and kneeled souls they felt and yet conceited why they?
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