An Emetic Poem by Jazib Kamalvi

Conjoining back to back, staying on the moustache. The blind's nasal cascades, are crystal transparent.

Those who'll hate, burn in the hell. And you should further tell. Raised from milk, raised from butter. The blind's nasal cascades, are crystal transparent.

The mouses are hanging, with tails outside. Inside they are banging, with nails outside. It seems on inhaling, that they are going back. The blind's nasal cascades, are crystal transparent.

Biscuit-like colour, dazzles every eye. Two lusty damsels, as waving lonely. The blind's nasal cascades, are crystal transparent.

What is their function, feeding and quenching. What is the assumption, eliminating grief. Honey enriched sweetmeat, is ready in brief. The blind's nasal cascades, are crystal transparent.

Never sit aimless, at threshold. Remain at home, in this part of age. They are wandering, in their own craze. The blind's nasal cascades, are crystal transparent.

Never make curd, in the inverted pots. Never churn it, with unnecessary might. Hardly restrained, with moustaches' hurdles. The blind's nasal cascades, are crystal transparent.