POETRY (GUL KHAN SAYS)

By: NASSER YOUSAF

GUL KHAN SAYS:

As the butt of countless jokes

Making rounds since time unknown

For reasons all fair and square

I am called Gul Khan by all who hear

Behold! on my broad fair face I wear

All shapes of French cut beards

A chin strap one or a pencilled thread

Mutton chops and names more weird

All these add up to, my

Well known old wavy beard

Behind which I hide my fear

And a spite that would tear

Oh! see how my chest heaves

It seethes and simmers, for

My clansmen who stand up and stare

With bloodshot eyes and ears

At my chums here and there

Or lurking in the shadows, everywhere

For those are them who whet my appetite

In my climes where I was reared

Be it Swat, Kohat or Mardan

I love folks of my ilk everywhere

Jumping and ranting and swearing

To profusely please our earthen lord

Who draws strength from the ire

Of fraudsters, bootlickers, flatterers et al

So what if my clansmen call me Judas

Because little do I care

I invoke the name of the Lord

Who dwells in heaven and so near

Just to have a bigger share

Through bigotry which I so greatly endear

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