Things bring me to dance at your idiocy.
Not really, that’s blasphemy.
let’s rob a bank,
smash a car
And kill a person or two.
Such intensity is in
my love,
Yet I defy mysticism.
And I abhor human love too.
But,
Let’s make the guy richer now
For making a film
exposing our innocence
To the world.
Which was unnecessary
I must say this irony is not in your essence
But it is just me, proudly following
In whatever direction your bloody innocent
Mob takes me.
And you can see a smile on my face,
But what the hell am I really doing?
I have no idea.
They just tell me it
is Ishq e Rasool
And so I believe, it is such.
Zeeba T. Hashmi
Islamabad
21st September, 2012.
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