Merchant Of Lies Xxxv Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Merchant Of Lies Xxxv



One eyed Justice, the lean sipah-salar (General) :
Astya ka saudagar (Merchant of Lies) ,
With deep pockets.

Small men on big stage,
Truth is the David's sling -a journalist,
Goliath's fall, tell us which way.

Momentous moment,
What for we have been preparing?
Prayers on the mat,
Or the caravan of lovers su-e harrum.

It is not the plunder,
O pirate of the night
But the plunder is by miran-e caravan.

A disgrace to humanity, to all living.
Of a worthless me,
Of worthless multitude.
And the day-light burials with impunity
Of martyrs, who laid their lives in thousands
Fifty thousand.

One eyed Justice, the lean sipah-salar (General) :
Astya ka saudagar (Merchant of Lies) ,
With deep pockets.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
September 14,2014.

Sunday, September 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
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