Mohammad Yamin Poet Rhyme

Yesteryears

Sometimes when I sink in my thoughts
I see the enchanting face of gone by years
In the wide open window of my heart
With my eyes blurred with gushing tears
 
When I take out my old albums to dust
And aimlessly turn over its pages
My mind is swept with a wave’s thrust
Drifting to the time of saints and sages

The time of serenity, peace and love
The time that is frozen in my album
Like glittering gems in a treasure trough
Like a fragrant rose’s ravishing blossom

Men and women with hearts of gold
Love, loyalty and purity of soul
Times when fidelities weren’t bought and sold
Amity and friendship were cherished goal

The glorious past now nowhere in sight
Greed and lust in forefront of mind
Licentiousness and lewdness give no respite
Kindness and sympathy nowhere to find

The earth plagued with demons of ugliness 
Leaches and vultures, oppressors and tyrants 
Sucking the blood and devouring with greediness
The flesh of oppressed, the infirm and infants

It is time for tyranny’s elimination
The call of vision is for me and you
Be a sword to slaughter the demon
Life to be spared of affliction and woe

February 20, 2011

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Elizabeth Wesley July 25, 2011 at 11:03 AM A deep and thoughtful rhyme on the plagues of todays world. I am with you as you say it so well. Elizabeth Wesley October 25, 2011 at 10:25 AM To bad the leaders can't see what the ordinary person on the street experiences. We live in a sad world.

Karen Croft March 1, 2011 at 7:52 AM I can truly say i feel this way also-karen croft

February 25, 2011 at 8:13 PM What a thought provoking piece. So much for the reader to ponder about. Best wishes with your translating endeavor. I'm sure it is quite the challenge to find the right words to keep the poetic flow and yet perserve the original author's message. You are a talented writer. I'm sure you will accomplish your goals. I haven't been at Poetry Soup as much either. I've been working on getting work into print publications. Thank you for your kind comment. Karen

Sara Kendrick February 25, 2011 at 9:06 AM Tell me about the good ole days when it was safe for children to play, when a man's word was bond...Enjoyed reading your work this afternoon..Very good topic chosen and good presentation...Sara

Elaine George February 25, 2011 at 8:29 AM I too find myself comparing the present to the past and wonder how manhind has fallen so far from grace. Yes! it is time for tyranny's elimination. Wonderful poem, Mohammad. Elaine

Dr.Ram Mehta February 24, 2011 at 4:12 PM Well worded thoughts very introspective on yesteryears, Yamin