Quatrain: 1
Lovely lands, laughs, juice in chalice,
Life was talking colors in Eden Palace.
Alas! Why this Hell burned thine roses?
What for Abel trapped by Cain’s malice?
Quatrain: 2
In grown-up corpus, lost the mind,
A chief belief you cannot find.
Cattle, Ain’t stiff necked, in their endless flow?
Even years passed million times behind?
Quatrain: 3
Not paragons of virtue nor the evil you,
But in reflection, in self, life peeks through.
In nature contains dark and bright alike,
Your mind-mirror makes clean or ugly hue.
Quatrain: 4
Those who not suffer gain treasures untold,
The fools hold the scales while wisdom is sold,
In public neglect, all vigilantes will fade,
Yet whips will rise, as raiders grow bold.
Quatrain: 5
In silence, toiled on my lovely book,
By roses swayed, by the flowing brook,
A Voice at once whispered to my ear,
‘Tis the final glance, the last you took.
Quatrain: 6
Arrogance? Oh Man, to what you relied,
Sooner or later, you’ll meet hidden side,
Musty organs, rancid, rotten bones,
The soil will mock your mundane pride.
Quatrain: 7
Heavenly bodies each follow His creed,
Set and rise for you to drink and to feed,
While all obey the Dictum He’s written,
It’s out of fairness you spurn His Decreed.
Quatrain: 8
This existence emerged out of hidden,
No one completed the research ribbon,
Each wrote something on ice of July,
And all failed to sieve the fact, the fiction.
Quatrain: 9
A woman and her man, rulers on demand,
The man is crowned where his princess stand.
The king, though wearied by his heavy reign,
Finds solace where his princess holds his hand.
Quatrain: 10
Ye, dance to deep, your croon’s day today
Beneath Dome of Iron, Bibi stands today
Are ears deafen to whine of kids murdered?
Won’t the Day audit your fiendishly pray?
Quatrain: 11
I know you, deaf and blind, much plastered,
Sipping blood that made you sharp and mastered.
But short is the show in shadow at sunset,
Careless of God’s hint, dolorously shattered.
Quatrain: 12
The malice, callous, in occupied palace,
The slayer, in madness, slays in masses.
The butcher of babes, blood bold in his eyes,
In red rivers, recite Torah fools passers.
Quatrain: 13
This volatile life, capricious, full of strife,
Unfolds with twists that cut us like a knife.
I wonder how some claim to see it clear,
While shadows still surround this mortal life.
Quatrain: 14
Indiscriminate is death, neither proud nor loud,
Wrapping men and women in a one-colored shroud.
Though tyrants once chained thousands to the ground,
In death’s land, both tyrants and chained are found.
Quatrain: 15
Upon the call of Death’s own silent breath,
When time stands still, you feel fading strength.
The world forsakes you, as you near your death,
Then see that gold never was truly the wealth.
Quatrain: 16
O well for the song of dawn’s bright rooster,
That brings the sun, the gentle heart soother.
But O to the owl, moans sadly in the night,
Herald of darkness, sullen sorrow-bruiser.
Quatrain: 17
Truce, truce, O life, we deemed you hollow,
We drowned in your stream, though it was shallow.
How many graves you’ve dug with careless hands,
Yet in cruel arms of you, we still must follow.
Quatrain: 18
No tears for death, which cradles every birth
Life blooms and withers, fleeting on this earth
Why grasp for what slips gently from hands?
For death sustains the life that proves its worth.
Quatrain: 19
Let us not call this life, but absurdity,
When wars are waged in the name of peace.
Where blood is spilled to preserve vitality,
Let us not call this life, but vain strife’s lease.
Quatrain: 20
Rubbed of youth bloom, worn-hearted I am
Fatigued of dusty journey, long-departed I am.
So well sketched Plato, we are shade of shadow,
The light behind has died, the shattered shade I am.
Quatrain: 21
The grandiloquent, swelled by airs so vain,
Heedless of death, its scythe and chain,
It falls on the short, the lofty, the tall,
The louder they rise, the sharper the pain.
