Lashes Of Flames Poem by Matloob Bokhari

LASHES OF FLAMES
With a heavy heart without heaving,
With sorrowing eyes without visible tears,
I walked out in despair with sad pale moon,
And black stars in absolute darkness of night,
Thinking about orphans, widows, destitute,
And seeking the secrets of life and death.
While walking in the dark sleeping sea,
I heard the moaning of hungry a babe,
With his helpless mother, disheveled hair,
Stream of tears descending from her eyes,
Finally, their souls left all cares and concerns.
While crossing stars and sky; soared to Hope,
Pious souls, from heaven of heavens, welcomed them.
Singing in chorus 'O hard hearted and tight fisted,
O golden cloak, using religion as a honey pot,
Nor gracious to those who are in clutches of rich,
Nor share apparel with those who have none,
Nor give them crumb fell from your table.
Remember, camel can pass through the eye of a needle,
But you cannot see the garden of milk and honey,
In the lofty paradise, with high thrones and rich carpets.
Aye, miseries are for you in the agony of lashes of flames.'