Abominable Souls Poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai

Human eyes have some likes and some dislikes
Though the wanton glance on many things glides.
What is beauty, where is beauty, who knows?
Glances are pickers like ravens and crows.
As art lies in concealing art, you know,
True beauty lies in hiding, not in show.
Close flowers attract more than do the open
With greater expectation to happen.
Those who trespass the bounds of morality
Are wild intruders into humanity.
Such women as behave like animals
Are not women but such seeming mammals.
Such men as go beyond all morality
Belong to Darwin's wayward animality.
Man is sacred as man, not as wild beast
If not sacred, moral should be at least.
Animals are in bounty in Nature's lap
Only man can wear high honor's cap.
Murder, rape, abduction and corruption
Have become today's prevailing fashion.
We have become the abominable souls
Who have downright forgotten pious roles.
Man should be honored first of all as man
Then as religious, local or what he can.
Human beings must be safe from human beings
Then Heaven with Earth happy sonnets sings.