The times of present no longer stay put in their unbolted cages:
Where are those glittering days of mine?
Freedom of childhood is amended to dumbness of sages,
In that joyous splendour even the sun doesn’t shine.
Yesterday I smiled at every petty kit I vision’d,
Today, I’m a joker and the world derides me.
County to province, my pals are fission’d,
My verve can be depicted as a damn’d elegy.
In number I have grown manifold
Though my doctrines have to someone been sold
I always get thumped, still can’t be bold
Such annihilation is awaiting; who’ll keep hold?
Nobody’s to pull me out of this nightmarish well.
That glaze of content on my visage is fast withereth.
I watch cultured domains approaching hell,
But I’m inactive as though encaptur’d by death.
I reminisce how to Almighty I’d expressed gratitude...
Now, from Him I only want ‘n want- never thank.
It requires only a trifle to disclose my attitude;
When I’m lowliest character’d, I possess the highest rank.
I really fear with my fellow to muse,
My triumph and his atoms will defuse.
Rice, I sow, but the ‘Jagirdar’ chews;
I’m still destitute, but he’s in news.
I drink ‘n smoke ‘n sniff, knowing what’ll happen,
The very snag to rise- I let.
I dirty your hall as you’ll wipen.
Neither give nor forgive, easily get and forget.
My chronicle’s kindred to a relinquished page-
Vagrants can bump into, dictating my fate...
Not doing, not thinking- only saying I engage.
This frame that’ll be corpse, is also not my estate.
For my domicile, the world cannot evacuate space,
To survive, I scamper here ‘n there- what a race!!
I’m feeble, obsequious- my own ones can’t I trace…
To all engulfing me, am I a disgrace?
My conviction’s shaken- yeah, pebble’s thrown...
I ne’er learned to swim, but dived into the sea.
I leave all at bay, if bullion’s shown,
Reveries of banquets- can’t afford tea.
Gathering the incoming breath, I lose the outgoing one.
My ankles cross the realm of every shawl.
Living in a souk of conceit - suaveness, bought by none-
To a kaput relation, I dare try and overhaul.
Indolence keeps me from conking the impediment that near my feet stays
Chameleon-like I alter patterns with every fresh phase.
I caper into but not out of habit’s impregnable maze.
I reside with sinister darkness; who bestows upon me- rays?
I’m a match-stick, waiting to set any hayrick ablaze-
Defying that, when all’re burning, I stand, watch, stare...
On every unearthly creation, my finger I raise: -
But, when you vituperate me, I declare it unfair.
Truly, ‘today’ is dwelling in dungeons,
Lost are those glittering days of mine.
To win wars, I send peace loving pigeons,
In that joyous splendour even the sun doesn’t shine.
Though I meet all, lonely I dine;
In that joyous splendour even the sun doesn’t shine.
Life seems to me tackier than quinine,
Forever gone are those glittering days of mine...
