An Aspire Poem by AFFAQ NABI

My wit says something worse is waving at Anne's base.
She had toiled quite brilliant for twenty years
Now she says that 'she lives in a state of disgrace.'
And her people are expressing a thousand fears
The dark sky saw the mourn of the sinking stars.
And sheds tears after partaking of their hearings
And then plunderings, rape, parts of dirty wars,
Human barbaric has brought to shame divine rulings.
Through tricks, the gambler took away the game,
And played naughtily with our sublime feelings
Straightaway she, I and we all suffer the same
To whom will we communicate our grieve's tale
Ahh, gentle zephyr, could you convey, please?
Our melancholy to his majesty, who truly sees.