HUMAN TOYS
About a bitter truth do speak I
By God gracious tell not lie
Clamors of my shrilly call
Does not rise but they fall?
Enhance the troubled hours
Fortify the vanity towers
Game or fun or sport flat
Hanging like useless bait
Incurring the wrath of fate
Jumping like a baby toy
Knocking humanity with great joy
Leaning bowing with devil’s device
Mounting higher on the crest of vice
Norms of this fleshy life
Offers me but only strife
Pierce through like sharp knife
Qualms of thing like conscience
Rest on the inventions of fatal science
Sit on my nerves and suffocate
Tightly fastened us with the debate
Untoward always this happens
Vanity phobia are made weapons
With remote are controlled all
Xenophobia is to mix the gall
Yawning gap and rising toll
Zealot’s killers and fanatics
All are my real mechanics
Not just an experimental poem, its very meaningful, thought evoking reality and much needed in this time of strife and conflict. Well done, Akram.......10/10. There is no need of the foot note. What you have explained in the footnote is apparent. Best Wishes Naseer
I don't know if i am going to qualify this as an acrostic composition, a new poetic innovation...creative write...Thanks for sharing this meaningful piece....10+++
Human toys are SLAVES if not compensated for being a toy - PLUS OVERTIME
There are many mechanical toys that are most dangerous than a human toy.
Unfortunately some treat many as if they are toys to be dismantled and mangled. Yet if we care about our toys we admire them, keep them safe and have them through the years. So quite the irony, as we are not toys and even if we were most care for their toys through the years. A deep, dark poem that should be read at one of those several summits.
Very creative poem it shows your passion in writing and with a very different angle with human toys....enjoyed this very much..well done regards uavanice1
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow your poem shows a lot and i love it