Post Modernism Poem by Showkat Ahmad Wani

Be good with ill to shake the laws of right,
And lure the mind, yet fear not depths profound,
When holy bias bends to seal thy claim.

Be bold, undaunted, lift the night to day,
Take not the dusk for dusk, nor dawn for dawn.

Choose thou thy friends among the vilest foes,
To forge the devil's bond too fierce to break.
Grieve not amidst the mirth of merry souls,
When bravest guilt turns all the rest to ash.

Be fierce with beauty, learn its darkest art,
Embrace the stain to guard thy hollow tune,
Let ugly music haunt the starless void,
And bind thy soul within a tattered shroud.

Be king among the worst to test thy worst,
And don the cloak of lies with noble grace.
Play fresh deceit with sharp and cunning mind,
For theft is richer than the beggar's bowl.

Let love in hatred bloom to wreck the mind,
And break the tide of fate's unyielding chain.
Think not to stray from paths in roots entwined,
Nor grieve though love's long labor prove in vain.
(2007)