Hunted One

You are supposed to hunt the right fellow,
As of now mister!
You can live morals suited to the kingly few,
And the pious ones, master!
Your habits are cleaner than several,
Bad are those that are dirty, but you are not my master
If you are dirty!
Righteous work cleans the soul, the friendship,
And the unions that hurt in special ways.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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