A Haunted House
Poet: HUSSAINQIDWAI By: hussain qidwai, karachiThe Car Was Running In A Gear
As A Suddenly Haunted House Was Near
In Car This Group Have’nt Any Fear
Accept The Manner Os To Take Care
When The Car’s Bumper Stuck Into Tree
The Passengers Think That Tree Had Broken And Free
There Were Two Girls And Three Boys
They Were Making An Sopphisticated Noise
The Car Was Stop And The Group Made A Rush
They Stand Horrifiedly Stand Like A Brush
When This Group Exicetly Pen The Door’s House
Its Make The Ran Of Bats And Mouse
They Could See A Man Wearing A Cap
Like An Rope Of Cloth Happen To Be Rap
The Two Girls Said We Would Only Be Here
You Three Boys Rush To Get And See Man Near
The Cap Man Was Standing Hold A Cigerate
Three Boy’s Blood Get Cold And Refrigerate
At The Back The Girl’s Gazing Him With Pushing
The Door Where The Enter Had Got Folding
All Surround Made Like A Creepy Black World
There Were No Ways To Go Because There Deeds
You Cant Suppress The Voices
Their Hearts Grew So Fearless And Bold
They Bleed But With A Smile
You Can Vacate A Piece Of Land
But Their Faith Is Ever Increasing
Giving Others A Lesson Of Steadfastness
Melting Hearts Everywhere With A Glance
But The Hearts Of Oppressors, Weak And Fearful
Reckoning On Their Weapons N Technologies
Hiding Behind Their Lies And Devil
Waiting To Unleash A New Era Of Evil
A Man Hollowing A Wall To Provide Food To Hungry
And The Oppressors Bulldozing Patients And Injured
Killing Little Babies Like Innocent Angels
Yet Half The World Seems Blind Whats Right And Who Is Wrong
With Tied Hands And Empty Stares
Stony Hearts And Caring Only For Their Shares
Just Wait And Watch Till The Tables Turn
If You Ignite A Fire So Wild Rest Assured To Be Burnt
