47.
Ode to Self
By JH Sayyar
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What show flowers? No hurt, no pain?
What show butterflies over a red rose?
What show smiles? Knowing it in vain,
What show couple’s bill and coo echoes,
My heart full of sighs, none to console,
Lonesome laughs at me sitting in a bough,
I see pains around me, no shadow of glee,
North jeers at me; weeps the South Pole
I sow love seed in a love farm; weeds grow,
I think; why from me pleasures flee?
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What whores’ cheeks show? Night pleasure,
What poor’s cries show? Hate the world,
What moon light shows? Think in leisure,
What laughing faces show? Heart glee I heard,
What owls’ voice show? Cruel world,
hate,
Why owls roam in dark and dreary night?
To shun the world, do not like day face,
All men and women selfish small and great,
Anger sits on nose, cheeks glowing like sunlight,
Laughing at the poor, night charm to trace
O self, stop thinking, what can you do alone?
Among the corrupts; forget law and right,
No fear of God; living like a jungle stone,
Spend life on earth like a demigod with might,
Now the only way to fly with the silky kit,
In which trapped parrots, owing to hunger all,
Dying, landing on the earth due to hunger
But the hunger trap deceives the human wit,
Life: Precious gift of God, but hunger does fall,
Like flood beaten people, all old or younger
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