It was peeking outside, through the rusted hole,
With its frightened, curious eyes,
The world appeared unexplored to it,
It was unaware of any lurking dangers,
Hunting for the inquisitive souls.
I am also a human,
I also understand the importance of Education,
I also adorn my body with English attire, sit in a tea shop in a pleasure seeking mood chewing dry fruits and taking sips of tea, give very thought provoking lectures about humanity and for the rights of people that are the pulverized, surrendered, weak people, screeching for their rights and get beaten for that in Kashmir, Burma, Palestine, Thar and Saraiki and some more lands, which come on my thinking lips.
He has arrived in the form of a common human being,
Like a timorous, even afraid of shadow and always terrified common human being, in the form of a common human being,
About whom, there were many mythical stories, many anecdotes based on horror, many worlds of frightening gods filled with terrors attached,
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