Saluting the shallow

Statement of the Shallow People

We are the shallow people made hallowed

By many opium dealers trading us

With miscellaneous religions they believed never..never..never

But insisted us to make them believe,

They made us weak, weak... weak
So weak that our only uniqueness is weakness
Made our birth weak and struggle for living weak, weak, weak
Sinners we born bearing the curse and sin

We are the boneless people made boneless

By false cultures and foul pastimes, false, false, false

To carry them on our boneless back

With second handed sentiments.

We are the swollen people with dubious claims

Trumpeted by, high sounding vain words, words, words

With evidences of excavations and evacuations

Reminding our present boneless situations

We are the people who crave to live

Ready to sell values for cheap rates, cheap, cheap, cheap.

We are the people who are not ready to live

Without double standards

Haunted by the sounds of horse hooves

Of so many foreign invaders, many, many, many

We are ended as the opposites.

On the face of things, we remain ever the traitors.

We are incapable of fulfilling any expectations

We are not ashamed of any disgrace. shame...shame...shame

Loyalty to any cause or to the closest

Had been crucified long ago within us.

The sun risings ,settings.

The sky openings closings

Flowers blooming withering nothing matters ...matters...matters

Fruits ripening or falling, we don't care

Our gladness depends on our status envied by others

If it is no then no happiness at all .. at all .. at all

Still one greater bliss we want,

The delight in absent mind and heart.

So many fools live around this globe

Ready to get fooled and fooled for ever ... ever... ever

Roam in search of meanings which exist never

They make our hollow holy and we laugh.