House Of The Infamous Xxix Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

‘Reputation is an idle and most false imposition, oft got without merit and lost without deserving.' William Shakespeare, Othello

Reputation kills the bestiality amongst men,
A leopard leaves his skin, what you leave?
Once asked to prove a legitimate birth
And you stand on floor to contend, otherwise;
An immaculate conception, from what father?
The honor's dictate is walk away and not smear,
In the old books, on old stones ink and drop.
House of the infamous, united in guile,
Spill the gall, when freedom is sought
From you, by those who placed you on altar.
When law is broken and peripheral the process,
The judge who walks the rope is on trial himself.
Strut and fret upon the stage, an idiot will tell
Your tale of inglorious detail, of losing a moral.

Sadiqullah Khan
Islamabad
September 11,2014.