I am Confronting a Tragedy Poem by Dr.jawaz Jaffri

In my cities,
The trade of epitaphs
Is in full swing;

My people have forsaken,
The days, month and years,
Here only anniversaries of explosions
Are celebrated.

My poets
In front of the cakes of anniversaries,
Bend and bow themselves.

When standing afar I curse
On their reciting of panegyrics,
The folk begin to tear

Into rags my dress amid the bazaar;
And I cover my body
With the leaves of my words, and then
The world seems to me naked like a nude.

I am confronting a tragedy,
In front of which
My poetry is helpless, without extremities,
The sycophant poets,

Have got fixed horns with their couplets,
And their hands are encroaching,
The collar of poetry.

I am engrossed in the lost relations,
My hearing goes through the pangs
Of pollutions of creativity.

Ah! I behold darkness descending
Into radiance of the milky day.

My People have lost their freedom and joy
And my Literature!
Finding slumbering survival
In dreams.