A Cipher

I live in the world where the men
Guarded by the guards with weapons,
Having big vehicles and splendid houses,
And enormous balances of the banks,
Though gathered heaped unscrupulously,
Are placed on the pedestal of greatness.

I have nothing, except my astute brain
That tortures me more when I ply with
Its wisdom to untie the knots of life.
I move unheeded in the gatherings,
In slippers with unpretentious dress,
And sometimes with empty pockets too.

I live in a society with the false standards,
Where right is wrong and wrong is right,
Where matters are stagnant or flow upwards,
Where the acts of disgrace are honoured a lot,
Where deranged characters have the authority
To rule; there I am no more than a cipher,
A cipher that sites on the left side of the figure.

poem by Muhammad Shanazar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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