Journey Irritates My Soles Poem by Dr.jawaz Jaffri

Give me
The wages of my hands,
So that I could dig the earth.
I have dug a canal of milk,
And consumed myself for you;
Keeping nothing reserved for myself.

I accept not
The guidance of my own belly,
I am lavishing my days hurriedly,
The world
Is lying under my heels,
Wheezing, panting for the last breath,
I have sheltered myself in my fist,

I am latent keeping the bundle
Of my dreams beneath my head.

Journey irritates my soles,
Here bellies of the people
Scuttle ahead faster than the feet,

But I have cut asunder
My belly and left it far behind.

In my gardens the birds are reducing,
In the sky of my share a holocaust is inscribed,
The lap of my Earth is going to be desolate soon.