Forced to bite the dust,
to us seems unjust
but think,
if we readjust
and flow of life trust,
we link
with God’s grace robust
feeling an upthrust:
bliss wink!
Desire is our chink,
so let’s doublethink
belief
before our next blink,
discarding that mink;
new leaf
we turn, love’s hue pink,
die’s cast, swim or sink,
oh chief!
Ego is joy’s thief,
so to get relief,
shed lust.
Marooned at fear’s reef,
that’s now our motif,
soul’s bust.
Oh worthy Khalif,
let us now be brief:
be just.
24-March-2023
Virelai
Categories:
khalif, life,
Form: Rhyme
In peak summer,frightening dark an Arabian night,
Khalif Omar busy,putting his things in black and white,
Under an oil lamp throwing not much but little light,
Suddenly gained access his room his wife with Omar to sit,
Omar screwed his hand and ceased the lamp that let to lit,
Why?asked his wife,Omar in a voice like from a well or a deep pit,
Oil from the state's coffers not to burn for others,said Omar bit,
This teaches a lesson for all in power to make their seats proper and fit!
Categories:
khalif, bereavement, career, character, fear,
Form: Light Verse