Gjazal Poem by Mushtaque B Barq

How now this unthrifty wast be dealt, tell me
Before this benight bondage shall melt, tell me.

Anachorit's court counsil I never heard
Why pleasure has unfastened my belt, tell me.

From the daffodils dale, so decent my frill
Vices in worm's wed why rend my pelt?tell me.

Spot in my serum on the table of shame
Rest all touch merrily why my welt? tell me.

Prophane bulbs of malice nay break the womb now
How shall I halt the cups not to spelt? tell me.

Signs and symbols serve dishes to devotee
Why on my limb a cook never dwelt? tell me.

Have holymercy on this rotten mass now!
When shall Ye hold this dismal me helt? tell me.