When asked what was the worst thingAmong humanity?
Some answered, religion
Some answered god
Some answered race.
Some answered love
And some, heart break
I answered humankind
Human kind,
Is it a blessing or curse?
To contemplate everything
Beyond focal matter?
Was it its habit
Or an order to function,
One could not tell
People pondered over my statement
Human kind is the worst
Plague that hit humanity it’s self
They gawked at me
As if my statement was an
Abomination,
While the greed has grown
So much
Humans don’t comprehend
The fact, that survival
Isn’t breaking each others
Back to succeed
Or climb,
It’s the death of whole humankind
The killings,
The bombings,
They are not carried out to insure peace
They’re the chaos of this world
And the greed of humanity
Which humanity fails to see
Yet they proclaim love is
Everything wrong in today’s world
But how can they say,
If they haven’t started to love themselves?
Love begins from One’s self
All this selfishness how can it generate
Love within?
They fail to see,
Love is the second name of peace,
And if they haven’t made peace with their demons,
How can everything be at it’s place today?
They’ll fail over and over again,
Until they make peace
And stop letting their demons run
Free in the name of success.
Love is the second of name of peace,
But they blame love?
When they should blame themselves
For falling in love with the wrong person,
Love is irrevocable and unconditional
It has no control I know.
But love isn’t buying
Flashy things,
Love isn’t spoil each
With expensive pleasantries
It’s caressing someone’s
Insides with the warmness
Of the heart
But how can that happen
If their heart isn’t beating blood
But concrete?
M. Hussnain 