Saturday, May 27, 2017

JH Sayyar's Classical Odes

53. Ode to a Raven

O Raven, you desert nightingale, and loneliness lark
With large bill and wings crying Ka, Ka, Ka sitting in trees
Ripping garbage bags taking wire coats fro nest, hark
Making made of twigs conifers like fir increasing worries
From March to May your breeding season in spring time
Tracing new areas for colonizing for black nest generation
Laying his eggs in cuckoos’ nest you cheat and deceive
Because you are wise and intelligent in committing crime
Converting this virtue in the nest black issues with elation
Collecting woods, rags and children edibles to grieve

You bold and clever from where you learnt this skill
Your nest in the tree standing in my Lady’s board
Yea, you have eaten my Rose left over, you sing her will
All grains of foods in the nest you clever hoard
Day time you guard in flocks flying around seedbed
At night you vigil in pairs to protect his black clever race
                    Your dark grayish plumage shines like twinkling stars
I see my Lady’s broken bangles, rags and silky thread
In your nest O Raven, you cruel steel my Lady’s grace
I request to leave your nest like alive fly to heaven in wars

O Raven, come to me and let me see in your wild eyes
My Lady’s day and night doings store in your balls
I cannot listen to her wail and woe even her cries
Come and make your nest in the lawn of my halls
Come carrying her broken bangles, leftover food in beak
Manna for me, many years have passed I have not seen
Her face, eyes, coral breast and her silky thighs
Weeping day and night makes creak on my dullest cheek
Silver in my hair, gait bowing down weeping in green
Loneliness thorns injure my body weeping with bitter sighs

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52. Ode to the Pakistanis

The Land of Pakistan: the holy place for rest, peace and calm
The heaven for the migrants: men and women, old and young
Sacrificed lives countless just in the name of Islam
O God! No Islam in Pakistan, but corruption on every tongue
Every department of my country corrupt, rulers and courts
Police stations, medicine and edible markets and Malls
In offices nothing without bribery, think, my nation, think
The rulers looting national and international money and ports
Day and night dacoit and theft openly, all corrupt rulers’ palls
No peace day and night peoples cannot sleep at a wink.

Prime Minister and Ministers looting all day national wealth
Courts support national cutpurse and culprits at any cast
Duplicate medicines in markets destroying peoples’ health
Jungle laws are ruling, no difference in present and past
What is my nation doing? Nothing, nothing, sitting at homes
Eating edibles injurious and wasting time in children’s being
Prices are going up day by day and no gas, no electric supply
In my whole country, peoples are dying due to glooms
On the whole earth the rulers’ corruption spindle is fleeing
No one listens to the poor men’s and women’s heart cry

My country nation, come, come out of homes to protect
Your holy and peaceful land from the rulers of country
The country is going to utter gloom and a religious sect
Dividing men into groups day by day increasing worry
Now time has come, come out of home to support Khan
And expel the expellers anon from the country by force
Men, women and children, all deprived of human rights
Come people, come out of homes, and change your plan
To protect national and international interest with grace
Otherwise people of my country fall into horrible fights

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51. Ode to Human Being

O Man, you are made of water, ponder over your birth
You are proud of your works, but ignorant of life aim
Time devours all earthly things: health and wealth on earth
Comparing your being with macrocosm, a sand, O shame
Men propose, God dispose, all plans of human being
God’s will the mightiest, He ever speaks always
In the voice of thunder and lightning with cruel kings
Nothing is immortal on earth unseen time spindle is fleeing
In whole Universe but are those who makes God’s praise
And their prayers fly to heaven like Phoenix’s intention wings

Nothing remains behind, but men’s good deeds and intention
Good thoughts without fruit useless and injurious to men’s mind
Health and soul, but known to a few in all holy books mention
Cruel thoughts and plans on earth against men all unkind
To its Maker we each born with mother carrying a child
But cruel kills the mother, wisdom in the mother’s wombs
And its son keeps alive ever to use for their dark aims
Against men and God, alas! Their hearts are so wild
More cruel their hearts than snakes and living in the tombs
They cunningly use men’s emotions for their personal fame

Limited our days on earth, limitless our wishes and greed
Rule our hearts forgetting death thinking others will die
And live in self deceit going to hell and do not heed
Souls weep day and night, and want from our body to fly
Think! O man, how to get paradise our lost home
If we purify souls from evil thoughts against all men
The fruit of God’s counted days take a sullen shape
Now without mother the children in utter darkness roam
When wolves take chicks than cackle cocks and hen
Thus we each day and night with our poor souls rape

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50. Ode to Love

Goddess of Love, where you live, on earth or in the sky
I try to trace you everywhere but fail in your search,
Some say you live in heart, some say in maiden’s eye,
But I see with sad heart women’s love leave in the lurch,
I search holy love in women’s eyes but badly fail,
No love I find there, false promises, joys and pleasure,
Full of deceit and lust beautifying with plastic art,
Hiding flaws of wrinkled face and cheeks frail,
But glass declares belle, cosmetic art her treasure,
Voice more attractive glowing cheeks, lie in the heart,

Shepherds tell love lives in dogs’ heart loyalty in eyes,
Never betrays the lovers as women deceive within days,
What they get is wasted anon, and heart full of cries,
The trap of winsome women is their false beauty praise,
I find nothing in love, a self deceit and idle men pleasure,
Their hearts full of lust and the lust of soft thigh place,
Thinking life lust on earth and soul nothing in lone,
Playing with the coral breasts their solitude treasure,
Binding hearts with plastic art, to lust going forward pace,
For human and humanity, from their hearts love has gone

Love lives in woman’s hearts but just for only being,
Looking lass teaches tricks how to hide face flaws,
Because day by day dying Love’s cute and pretty being,
Alive with colored beauty deceiving crooked time paws,
Whore’s tongue for be gone lovers, day and night balm,
Love: a holy thing cannot stay in unholy heart on earth,
Love: a holy gift of heaven and a child of paradise,
Love lives in holy people’s hearts, day and night calm,
God awards holy love in holy hearts at the holy birth,
Love lies in women’s heat a lie I my views summarize

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49. Ode to Woes

Oh woes where you live and where you all day roam,
Like wandering clouds or in search of poor, where
They live, on the pathways, in hits or in poor home,
You know their doors, coming out of all footed bare,
You are afraid of rich flee from the rich like devil,
Shouting looking at the exorcist you playing in lawn,
Teasing them, snatching glees never leaves their being
Why? What the cause is, you like not the poor ravel,
You afraid of the rich watching them playing like fawn,
Catching sight of the lion all the wolves and fans fleeing

Why you spread sobs and sighs among the poor’s lives,
Or your being made devil’s cries, yea, but no creation,
Of sobs and sighs nor God created but from where strives,
On earth but increasing on the earth the poor’s implication,
Once I see woes standing at the palace gate begging bread,
No place of woe in our palace proudly in the palace niche,
Pleasures all around unknown to woe all palace residents,
They in pleasure live in pleasures and their used shred,
Are sold costly among the mass the buyers I see all the rich
They are kept in museum as the poor live in the tents

O woe what I call you, fate or what I give you name,
Tell me what are your parents, sisters and brothers?
Where do they live?  In dark and dreary den, Shame,
On you, you always plunder the poor and bothers,
I see the poor fate cries at the city gate, every day,
In shred and tattered clothes sunburn cheeks and eyes,
Sleeping near the pile dirt they have heart and desire,
The same as you have, o fate open your eyes today,
And see the poor’s child dying due to hunger dies,
But o woe, you slave of the rich, and I, you, do fire

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48. Ode to Google

When Google Glass roams to search pretty human wit,
On the web space like stars and comets, Galileo glass,
Watching all sights, dark and light but views infinite,
When Google Eye searches material for hungry mass,
Like vulture it smells in what niche human interest lies,
Surveys the whole web space like a detective pace,
Wondering, collecting visual information for album,
Quickly without pause, giving the world surprise,
Failing other search engines as Galileo glass in space
In search of new land dry and wet not ugly but winsome

You swim among the wit wave ocean of human minds,
Countless waves of wit forward and backward, all
Search waves like an expert diver in wit-sea who finds,
You always running like leopard and does not crawl,
To find its prey in wit-sea, your flying in space, and
Among the wit-waves all times diving like a whale,
String waves of human wits, nothing loses in web-sea,
And like stars all wits shine on Google Sea sand,
In the bottom glowing like cinder, I do, you, hail,
You do trace my blogs, beloved and sonnets quickly.

Hail Google, hail, as the world people spring hail
That comes with joy for women, children and man,
Old and young all happy, you glee full as bird in dale,
You mute like swan, you work like dumb, I your fan,
You search letter, love letters, books all searcher want,
You provide free materials, no cast, in short time,
You search everything anon, for women and men,
Men wanted materials, you like vultures haunt,
Eating the crops from the earth your aim prime,
You land from the sky in lines of ten by ten

JH Sayyar's Classical Odes

47. Ode to Self

What shows the budding flower? No hurt, no pain?
What shows the hovering butterfly over the red rose?
What shows the child’s smile? Knowing it in vain,
What shows the dancing couple’s bill and coo echoes,
My heart full of sigh and sobs, none to console,
Lonesome laughs at me sitting on a golden bough,
I see pain and pain around me, no shadow of glee,
North jeers at me but weeping the South Pole
I sow love seed in love farm but weeds grow,
I think and think why from me pleasures flee?

What whores’ cheeks show? Just night pleasure,
What the poor’s cries show? Hate the world,
What the moon light shows? Do think in leisure,
What the laughing faces show? Heart glee I heard,
What the owl’s voice show? Cruel world, hate,
Why the owls roam in dark and dreary night?
To shun from 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 all alone?
Among the corrupts forgetting laws and right,
No fear of God and living like jungle stone,
Spending life on earth like demigod with might,
Now the only way to fly with the silky kit,
In which trapped all 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