Meager Mast And My Broken Oars Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

‘Meager mast and my broken oars'
Homer is blind, stately Virgil,
Of the New World they did not know.
Banished to Towers or some Bay
The Fathers in the Dark Age,
And the sons now in enlightenment.

Sad so sad, could a train be in rain,
A lost plane in the Pacific, a smashed
Car, in formula one, red Ferrari
Of Michael Schumacher, else
Nuclear leaks, and oil spills, shrinking
Glaciers and Amazon ‘the wasteland'.

A rogue army, with a nuke ticking
Tied to the boot-lace, eye-cuffing
Senior citizens or giving rat-poison
To the children, -graves outnumber,
The living. Catch a metaphor
From the rooster's swelled breast,
Or count the age whose' younger.

On empty roads, they went,
In fear the swans, change paths,
Like the Prussian army owned
The country, in real-estate, and
Enterprise. Ah! What a feat, dead
And alive, heavens also belongs
To them. A hapless enemy, a created
Target, and war games could be so easy.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad,
July 1,2014.

The Waste Land by T.S. Elliot @ web