Lama Abbas

Rookie (11-09-1994 / Bhopal)

Don'T Disgrace Me My Mistress - Poem by Lama Abbas

Don't disgrace me my Mistress with this gold coin
I worked in your gardens night and day
Fashioned each flower to new life
Trimmed the uneven hedge and grass in fine shape
And when the bamboos shot and flourished
The Lilies bloom
I watched them grow like a proud father

I guarded your palaces
Your lockers overflowing with wealth
Sleepless nights flee
And I forgot to dream

I harnessed the horse into its stable
Fed it with pasture
Rich and green
Though my stomach burns, my hunger not fed yet another day

Don't disgrace me my Mistress with this gold coin
It shines bright like your pride upon my poverty
(My heart shrinks in rage and anguish)
Don't rob me of my dignity, my pride
Because its my worthless possession...

Comments about Don'T Disgrace Me My Mistress by Lama Abbas

  • Saadat Tahir (1/2/2012 9:50:00 AM)

    the anguish and pain shows through loud and clear...
    very well written indeed

    be happy
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 15, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 17, 2011

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