Sloping cobbled lazy path
Leading up to pent up wrath
Winding roads to distant hills
Snake a take through the tills
Full of mysterious passion, Raj
In this mystery lived the dodge
Illusions knit to blunt the eye
Awareness broken for the lie
Pathways into crypts are found
Treason mocks the freedom bound
In mortar, loot and plunder hid.
Chop the hands; untie the lid.
Teeming millions walked to the moon
While in their land danced the dune
Imperial ardor flung on raids
Wrapped in silky masquerades
Sailors great and ravenous bold
Danced to shimmer of dazzling gold
(Islamabad)
(May 20,2009)
Philosophically, I disagree. Colonialism was an ilk of its time. It was symbiotic for both the parties involved. Lazy path? Never. It is a fine achivement of human mind. Not the slaving, but the trading, the infrastructure........... It wasn't looting, that can last for a short time only. Now focusing on the technical aspects of the poem: - unusual connection: land ahoy/colonialism. Land ahoy would be more of the north or south american colonialism - nice phrases: mysterious passion Illusions knit to blunt the eye Pathways into crypts are found imperial ardor..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful depiction of criminal act of colonialism and post-colonial hangover, well articulated and elegantly penned in beautiful poetic diction with conviction. Lovely poem nicely brought forth. Thanks for sharing Saadat. Please read my poem POETIC MASTERPIECE.