Lest the humanity go astray
He shall lead them on his path
From the pulpit the divine lashed
At the poor souls.
And then is witnessed the winners
And losers.
Break the strength of the inner self
No one says what the self really is
Poverty, vigil and prayer?
Ah! The sweetness of the devil's path,
Women, booze and crime
The taste of the forbidden
Die before when thou shall live,
For here is a stage
As all are to loose.
The devil's path
Defeat the pity in thyself
Women, booze
Crime and success go together.
Islamabad
Dec 10,2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem