✍️:. Mohammad Ishaq Shah
The darkest night does not scare me,
As much as the horrible hours of morning’s wee.
I am not afraid of the devil in the night,
But I dread the spirit in the bright.
I see the doctor’s dilemma,
And the brave burglar—O Maa!
I see the treacherous, truthful man in the making,
Slowly, this poison my breath is taking.
Murder is the order of the day,
While the sun hides, they make their hay.
The humanly non-human is at his height,
And the poor lamp of morality is without light.
I am living in a fool’s paradise,
Where the wise are the idiots, and the idiots are wise.
Long ago, did Sheikh-ul-Sheikh proclaim:
“The time will come when the devil will be in God’s frame.
The public will follow the pickpockets,
And commands will be in the hands of trinkets.
That will be the law of the lawless,
The roses will feel colourless.
Apes will handle noble mankind,
And with padlocks, they will the world bind.”
—Mohd Ishaq Shah
Writer & Poet