Lucky Life!!

Oh I wish I was there

but just to see how they live.

In the desert sands with mountains around

where slashes are all they give.

For years they struggled,

For decades they cried.

The glowing cheeks no more glow

With stains of tears dried.

For men its a rule

to bear chest long beard.

If you fail at it they swear

you will not be spared.

The officials roamed around the town

full of arms and rugs.

The second food of people here

was the pain killing drugs.

You will either be stoned or hanged,

or cut to pieces small.

For they believe they do this for God.

Else you are a shame for all.

God never set rules they follow

and never asked to harass.

They amend the quotes and hoax the people.

With brains like Jack Ass.

Women I tell you were there

for the guys to marry,

To bear the men some children

and face the faces scary.

No music no songs

No meetings allowed for long.

No art no beauty

Nothing they did was wrong.

It was a rule of the land to suffer

under the unruly rule.

where every woman was a pain

and every man a mule.

The besieged country of Afghanistan

trying its way to be democratic.

With the external forces though

its still facing its own fatigue.

This was just to put some light

on how countries suffer.

And we say life in Mumbai

is not getting better.

How lucky are we

To get a life of our own

We can sing we can learn

No rule for beards to be grown.

This surely teaches us how

to stay happy with the fate.

and stop counting the days spent

since the Birth date.

Be happy always

with a face of sweet smile.

With every breath may you smell peace

You be blissful all the while.

God Bless.