
Leave at the peril you created yourself
The index finger subdued to the masses,
The holy book left untouched on the leader's shelf
The great manual of life, and look how much dust it amasses !!
Like an ornament of decoration, views are many,
but it remains passive..
Is the shelf a reasonable place to leave a cure?
The solution must be gulped in its entirety,
So sip not just a drop, but read the label and pour.
The leader of the believers prescribed this from the divine:
Did you really think you could see a curve out of a perfectly straight line?
Yes, I too struggle if my palm covers my eyes !!
Yes, I too struggle if my palm covers my eyes !!
But then will they not struggle from your corruption and lies?
your sold-out endeavors and colonial compromise,
Once the blood is spilled too often, seldom will it dry;
You had the responsibility to carry them, but you never even tried.
The plans are many, the plans to override:
You may deceive the nation; but to the one above deception does not try..
The woman of Gaza is beaten away at the border: and that is what you see..
Whatever happened to the Holy Land, and the spilt blood of Salahuddin Ayubi?
For the causer of every injustice; the end is most just:
Exiled from the throne, and exiled from the cusp
We will speak to change, because justice is a must..
The promise is imminent; and in Allah we trust.
1 comment:
Like all ur poems deep and beautifully written. I look fwd 2 readin more.
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