[saadat]

Colonialism


Sloping cobbled lazy path
Leading up to pent up wrath

Winding roads to distant hills
Snake a take through the tills

Full of mysterious passion, Raj
In this mystery lived the dodge

Illusions knit to blunt the eye
Awareness broken for the lie

Pathways into crypts are found
Treason mocks the freedom bound

In mortar, loot and plunder hid.
Chop the hands; untie the lid.

Teeming millions walked to the moon
While in their land danced the dune

Imperial ardor flung on raids
Wrapped in silky masquerades

Sailors great and ravenous bold
Danced to shimmer of dazzling gold

Original
saadat
(Islamabad)
(May 20, 2009)