Two Witches In Conversation With Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Beep, beep: morning beams
Within the shades of peepal trees,
Vints and the waves
Play a pleasing euphony
Birds sing morning hymns
Then swing in the ring over the Isles and charming inns.
Sister! lo, a tyrant
Hawk fly's over-abusing
Did shot a missile
From the buttermilk sky,
And scattered harmful smoke.
The heaven is burning,
The unwed moon is sad,
Scared stars have gone to bed,
Have they bypassed their return?

My heart! give heed to mourn,
Donne along babies in their arms fleeing,
As cattle fall into ditches,
During Lupa's lying in wait
Breasts burned, legs broked, clothes torn,
A hermitage of peace altered into an Askeri state
Where nothing is rising except the hedge thorn,
And mourn, and mourn.....
Mary Kate, pity pity!
What's this tingle tingle?
In the smithy, single
Limp in the dance,
Raids, raffles, and romance
My pride! come closer and give heed.
What's this rambling ramble? -
and rattle, rattle,
A sugar daddy presses a young Daisy, lo, divinity bypass.

Beloved love, let's fly over here haste
They might betray us with their false and fragile grass,
Save yourself, my dolce lass
Alas! pigmy pigmy,
Let's go beyond the broken walls.
These harsh hawks invent money
From these false and fruitless wars.
Sweetheart, they run their own satanic shops,
Upon human dugo and laman
Have a look, In this valley of silver dreams,
Fire and flames between the rock
Look! the naked chorus of death,
No place is left to breathe.
Toxic air blowing up from poor peasants sugarcane crops,
Hey! pass not upon the fire stream
Cruely! they crush out the burning flower's little dream,
Arise and quench your thirst.
The evening breeze brought
from the dusky grass,
Through silly udkast, our summer fields pass,
Lovely, let's call to our torchlight.

Boom! boom boom,
We're caught in a bullfight,
Raise the tempest and rain.
Through the raging gales,
Over the tyrant hawks
And their diabla plans,
And donkey deeds,
And their bigger greed,
They sow seeds of agony.
Look! cry's cry's babyer into vulture paws,
In a pale stream that was once as pure as honey.
Sister! from the flaming rocks,
an echo reminds
Let's return to our rustic walks.
Boom, boom, boom!
We're horrified by these warhawks,
Walk with the moon walk
Where sweet dreams droop,
And shepherds foster their flocks,
And merry making roam,
And hinter shelter, hip hip rurrah,
And wisdom, hush, hush.