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I CARE A HOOT NOW
The fools try to fool me,
But as my poet-friend Poppy* says,
I can see through their intentions,
I let them be merry...
But I am weary of their actions.
This world I have been cast upon,
And in circles keep revolving,
Fate is managed by the Writer,
Who is aware of everything.
In the silence of nights,
And the solitude of dawn,
I see spiritual lights,
Which seal even my yawn...
I reared a pretty young tree,
In my desolated garden,
It fell on me only,
Too great was the burden.
My very own are against me,
Why complain about outsiders?
Like snakes they bite me,
And love to be conspirators.
I want to go away from all this,
To a place where She* awaits me,
I thank God for His mercy,
Which in her is my bliss.
No more lending ears,
To advisers and counsellors,
Enough of impostors,
And all the blind archers.
Why be envious of me?
And seek my destruction?
What harm did I cause thee?
Why afraid of my glory?
You did not bless aught,
It is my Lord God Almighty,
Who has blessed me thus,
What cause for jealousy,
Riddles you to make fuss?
Listen to me one and all,
I care a hoot for what you say,
With God do I stand tall,
And watch you go astray.
Deluded by your ambitions,
And your unbridled greed,
Your lust and your passions,
Will ruin you and your seed.
Prophets were mocked,
For being different,
Saints and sages stalked,
And burnt with their raiment.
I know you so much,
O you worldly denizens,
I see you like those eunuchs,
Who have lost their reason.
Fie on you all! Fie on your goal!
With God-given intuition.
I can x-ray your thoughts foul,
And your chosen oblivion.
(Written by Muhammad Naveed Ahmed/Emmenay. Posted on June 27, 2011).
