Yellow
You whose passion for pleasures of all kind
Have deafened the ears and blinded the eyes
And those who can hear and see have jaundiced mind
Endure the yellow corpses of men with hovering flies
The orchards, the blossom, the evergreen trees
Their faces beaming with enchanting delight
Deluded by the kiss of the spring breeze
For, in autumn, the greenery takes its flight
The yellow autumn, the uninvited guest
With its cold hands and fiery gaze
To devour its prey with enraptured zest
Sharpening its claws in hiding lays
The yellow faces stricken with despair
The living corpses, deprived of all need
Grief their destiny, woes their share
Are living embodiments of society’s greed
Will the mighty hands of tyrants relent?
And let the destiny of the oppressed change
You lustful souls! With hands on tyranny bent
Allow the colour of fates to broaden their range
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Copyright © Mohammad Yamin | Year Posted 2008
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