They hold the castle
Stronger than the King’s men
Some Humpty Dumptys
When fall, escape and run
From their eggs.
The great poet would watch
The court slaves would carry
The eulogist, to sing praise,
To the fallen Sovereign.
The worth is a robe
On the alter of conscience,
Under the rug
A heap of lies.
Once to the Chair
They sold –a daily
Different from what was
And that for the masses.
Feeble morals, in conformity
Ignorant, sans true spirit,
Shining shields, carved woods
Signed papers, adore the walls.
To let go, and speak human candor
The unknown poet, a philosopher;
Didst not few, but have forgone
To speak the truth than harbor falsehood.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
September 22,2013.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem