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Skinny kids seek shelter
from the blazing summer heat
Mothers suckle more infants
Hidden between heather.
I see and nod my head sadly
As procreation is now a hobby
With a planet bent by burden
No one cares, no one, really!
Most of us are lust-oozing bodies,
Craving for sex like crazy
Teenaged boys, teenaged girls,
Be they in cities or the country.
Not far away from all this,
I see the tomb of a Sufi*
People throng him praying daily,
For more and more of things worldly.
As the noon hours lengthen shadows
I go to where this mortal rests
After a prayer I look up and see,
The truth hidden under 'his' tree.
(Written and posted by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay on May 12, 2011. Copyrights of all poems owned by the author.