THE IMPOSTER_AFSAR NIZAM

THE IMPOSTER

AFSAR NIZAM

As the Morning sky

Speaks of the day's character

So we get the three traits

Of a shrewd Imposter.

In torrents of sweet words

He makes the lies a charm

And thus enchants every one

By beating ear-soothing drum.

Breaks he his own word

Giving no price to his mind

Rather takes the offence

As the crime of his not to pine.

Anything ther in his custody

He uses it for self-gain

And when is asked for return

With smile says `Not now, come again'.

Such is the Imposter

Whose place is beneath the Fire,

Shall never be able to come across

The `Pulsirat', even he tries alway and ever.