Verily nip yon repulsive bud.
Roil hands in frothing suds.
The black prince spurs.
Thou callest em racial slurs.
Blue eyed of the Aryan clan.
Resplendent me the perfect man.
Raise my hand in fervent salute.
Err doom doth dilute.
That nose, the abominable chin.
Oh thou shalt not win!
Deny them the blabbering gobs.
Snatch from breasts their favored throbs.
Sanctimonious! Dare you! Me smug?
Equate you, me, to the veritable thug?
This then heaven's global village.
None shalt, save me, pillage.
Trust me...Look me in the eye.
Oh that pie?
Your looks are wily!
Lookest naives too highly!
Seek thee villain; that canst be thine!
Dare thou cast upon the sacred shrine?
Hath thou not been apportioned a blame.
Cherish ye heathen a floundering claim.
(Islamabad)
(May 11,2009)
An aged style of writing, classic form of poetry shared fabulously!
This poem makes an excellent read...well written Saadat....10+++
a very fine poems.fine imagination.beautifull lines.posted 10 for u surya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! The anathema (or divine punishment) of your title is delivered with Shakespearean extravagance and that innate self righteousness that infects all those whose fundamentalism is absolute. Excellent poem. Love Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥