Assalam walekum I said to him
cringed his brows,that dude slim n trim
That lives near the mosque, a beauty house
saw me like dirty sleazy bad mouse
He stood near the taxi stand,handing papers
I was hindu he was not,i wanted a newspaper
Achkan white with orange jootis
stitched body tight, material seemed sooti
Stand ing still he, I waved at him
I was his customer, everday bought from him
An uptight man, he seemed tall proud
but covered in a catious shroud
He was the same as age of mine
then why he looked as if I was swine
Did I do wrong, I greeted him
I was upbeat, his face was dim
Garnered strength, scared i thought
should I ask him? towards him walk?
should i talk? or shake his hand?
ask friend what's the matter, why alone stand.
Still thinking he was worth as was I
deep friendship true could've developed if I had tried
I stopped coming there but thinking of him
a good man he must be,unknowningly wish him.
