46. Ode to Peacock

 

46. Ode to Peacock

                        By JH Sayyar

1

O bird of Paradise, I see in a vale your dance,
Sit under a tree; near a full of water lake,
You are happy I have by chance a chance
To watch your dance; pure white like flake,
You dance gaily; now I see your face down,
Ah! Your black long legs look me vile,
Looking at the legs; tears gloat in my eyes
She-peacock picks it and drinks it like crown,
A sad sight, none to console him for a while
My Muse listens to your sad heart’s cries

2
O Peacock! Our glee rests on pelf on earth,
Where the poor have to eat; no food,
Children hungry, all around food dearth,
Fate, the rich’s minion, hate the ugly mood,
I see tears in the poor’s eyes; sees my eye,
Watches hidden things of earths and heavens
God busy working deeds ignore the prayers
I know not, but I know; He listen to the cry,
AH! Of the poor live at sixes and sevens,
Spend, weeks, days, months without cares.

3

Like crows they pick food from the pile,

My heart weeps looking at your feet,

Die due to food dearth, hearts without a smile,

I see dying wishes in hunger, without wheat,

Where are God’s Blessings? In the yes grit!

Without any fear, ignoring the poor’s rights,

Waste wealth on whore and shore enjoy life,

I weep like the peacock looking at the wit,

Live in tattered dress and one another fights

To collect food from the pile all day in strife