Adolescent Cries And Divine Mercy Poem by Hafiz Muhammad Qasim

I was feeling so weak
Finding no way to speak
In the jungle of human wishes i had no more feat
I was made commodity
Or a man just to be fun
Like a concubine in a languid tone
How ill it was to be ill-defined
In the mercy of circumstances in a dog-eat-dog world
Where the passion is eat drink and be served
I was alarmed for painting that world
No way to gossip about or absorbed
Come hither come thither in the valley of thud
No roar of gallantry but a piece of mud
Like a peanut-butter i was governed
In the middle of nowhere, where i reached
That was but a point of no return
Have had no depth to enroll in the valley of dread
Here-in is time to speak well and well enough
To speak reality whatever you dreamed
Hafiz Muhammad Qasim