Don't You Know It's The Age Of Dying Stars Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Why is the night without its shining stars?
Why does the sea lack shore birds in its view?
Don't you know it's the age of dying stars;
All things are measured with materialistic-view.
Why don't the doves sing in the grove of trees?
Why don't our hymns reach the beloved king?
We've blocked the path of the ocean breeze,
And this little poet sees, they are not loved in.
Why is our surface soil burning day by day?
The sower sows in haste, without her great name,
And stagnant water is sold at the high rate.
While the moon above shrinks in silent shame.
Don't you know it's the age of dying stars,
Who listens to the one crying tears afar?