My Poetic Justice.. Zainul Husain
On the stage of life
I became a symbol of vice
Everybody who came whether Mr.or Miss
Nobody did with me Poetic Justice.
For them I heartily spread
The rapturous flowerbed
To keep my every promise
But there was no poetic justice.
To sweeten their life I scattered perfume
But their cruel hearts released painful hume
They carried on their deceitful practice,
Let alone my poetic justice.
What more could I give them
It makes a very big difference
But the only thing didn't matter to them, the only office,
My Poetic Justice.
© Zainul Husain
India
27/07/2021
I became a symbol of vice
Everybody who came whether Mr.or Miss
Nobody did with me Poetic Justice.
For them I heartily spread
The rapturous flowerbed
To keep my every promise
But there was no poetic justice.
To sweeten their life I scattered perfume
But their cruel hearts released painful hume
They carried on their deceitful practice,
Let alone my poetic justice.
What more could I give them
It makes a very big difference
But the only thing didn't matter to them, the only office,
My Poetic Justice.
© Zainul Husain
India
27/07/2021
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