In the desolate lanes of the village

We wander, the eccentric souls

Weathered have become all the doors and walls

The old souls have faded into the earth’s folds

High-pitched voices and loud echoes

Now rise from those who seek fame

This alley mocks my limited wisdom

As the cunning ones laugh at my name

By: Mohammad Ifrahim Butt, Dubai, UAE.

July 2021.