I wandered and I roamed
City to city and every town
To find an entity called man
In the cities it was gnomed
Were there buffoon and clown
Human were under ban
Futile hurries and lustful worries
Greed that changed breed
Transformed man into beasts
With his own hands he buries
Eternal values of loving creed
Celebrate the funeral feasts!
Look out man and repent
Before going to extinct
All one needs is a moment to ponder upon these serious things but unfortunately none has neither that moment nor any interest, consequently we are losing our insight and heading towards a disaster, very insightful poetry here, impressing piece, Saqib! 10
Celebrate the funeral feasts! loved this expression...and your message/warning in the last stanza lines...good work Akram...thanks
a valid say in the end....pleasant to read in a good format
You employ an unconventional stanzaic structure as sonnet guidelines go...but then again, they are merely guidelines, as opposed to strict poetic requirement. Well written & a pleasant read... F j R
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it looks difficult to find exact person, but flaw is present inside us, the value drift but are always present in some places in our societies