Dancing Of Metaphor Part One
A pen of poet is filled with ink of tears
That works as fuel to burn pyre of Tyrant.
A man carrying a living volcano inside him
Retains power to write a new history untold yet.
Blood stained hands crafted mask of peace
Cannibals proclaimed to ensure human rights.
Tallest Statue witnessed 'A War for Peace '
His frozen tears, now ready for sale in auction.
Nepotism turned flavour of everyone's choice
Discrimination coated with fragrance of grace.
A graceful moon without her own lights
Kidnapped the right of millions of stars.
One who ignited cigarette with paper - notes; turned
An Ideal of those who are dying for a piece bread.
Starved people donated for a charity mission
Intended to establish them in moon and mars.
One who reverses meaning of words
Honoured as Philosopher of insane- world.
When a person feels duality inside him
Door of wisdom opens no doubt for him.
A man feels glory to fetch his own shadow
To incite himself as' An Observer of Truth '
Death is there always, to remind so-called greats
They are nothing more than a particle of ash.
Compilation of certificate of Achievements
Might not be enough to ignite someone's pyre.
No matter how great he is!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem