Life groans like a patient
Afflicted with rheumatism
The needle of the
Clock is on fire
I get multiple faces
Oh! The flautist,
Play the music of
Distinction;
The dancer has lost
Her anklets,
The watchman
His stick,
The mother
Her mind,
The father
His thoughts,
The children
Their dreams,
Some people
Their shelter,
Few others
Their fear,
A lot many
Their courage,
The words
Their meaning
And sharpness;
The horrendous
Rolling of machines
Has stolen
The hearing power
Of the rivers,
And the smokes
Their vision;
The fungus-smothered
Spectacles change colours
Snails face extinction
Pens start embarking
On special carriages
Brains repose on easy chairs
As the ink and the paper
Blame each other
The gold casts
a sarcastic smile
The sugar overthrows
The salt in tears.
By Ismail Meladi
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