Sham S. Misri
(4)
My throbbing
heart
Someone
trying to kill
Tired!
Building palaces
People
trying enter my home
Demanding,
lifting the body
Bathing, packing,
removing
Thousands
follow!
Waving arms!
Leave you in
middle of field
Prostrate!
On right
side
(5)
Built a
palace
In the midst
of a meadow
Fenced it!
Decorated,
dyed, painted it
It remains!
And I go
Shopkeeper
has closed the shop
(6)
Till truth
is proven correct
By then
World gets
ablaze
Nobody
interrogates a fact
Falsehood a fashion
Untruth
appears to flourish
By and by
Truth
recedes
Beyond reach
and recognition
(7)
World! A
mortar and a hot griddle
Hell for
ignorant, rude, unaware
Knowledge
for the wise, sensible, intelligent
Recognize, appreciate
and understand
(8)
‘O’ man! World
a pine forest
You will
learn bad things and get bad name
How to live?
In this world
Learn art of
living
(9)
Nobody bothers
for white money
Black money
yields more interest
Truth
blemishes, falsehood flourishes
Cursing and
not realizing
