I saw her photograph at home,
Liked her simple grace.
Saw her at a holy place,
Peace prevailing face.
I saw her on a modern town's roam,
Modern dressing modern style,
Posing for cameras and mobile,
A glorious past becoming futile.
Why should I blame her and for what?
Double standards a common disease!
Even religions couldn't decrease,
Excuse me all, excuse me please!
Why I should blame her, I should not.
When I found my past infected,
And my present too, affected,
Hopeful future, although dejected.
Insightful piece of poetry, nicely penned in beautiful rhyme scheme with conviction. Thanks for sharing Akhtar.
we all are fakes....make up our face... and when ensconced... we quickly escape.... and leave you behind to trace their origins.... 'tis too late.... as you will never find em at one deigned place.... they have no heels to trace....can you now them replace make do will you... you have the requisite grace... your God alone will for you... your happiness retrace.... with some one elses' skirts lace.... then leave her for being a disgrace... with your embellished grace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Akhtar Jawad for your remark about my poem, I like yours also. I imagine from double standards that you are troubled by the beauty of youth and yet do not find it easy to come to terms with the changes?