By Mohammed Abdul Jawad
Ah! those gloomy poets with bemusing odes
with status beggarly in embraced madness.
Life itself illusioned by idle thoughts
or woman’s desertion given a poetic inception.
And, such versifiers moulded in passions
make rhythm by folly added to fervency.
Lo! It’s a calamity of their romance
with rhapsodies of dreams, lines in imagery.