To the Nation

Search for Food and Living

If the hawks too fly for roof to roof race, Amongst the birds of prey they find no place.

For a hunt of few wings and a bit flesh, It is better to die in aerey’s mesh.

A Hawk said to another hawk as follow

See thy own self with a seeing eye, This eye is a whip for us to fly.

This eye is a lash for a hunting dash, An excuse for wings to pounce in a flash.

A Crocodile to its young

Thus said to its child a ‘croco’ with boast, It is banned in our faith to see the coast.

So mix up with waves and shun the coast, To us the river bed plays a host.

In sea you are not it lies but in thee, Show thy mettle now and face floods of sea.

If you seek from storms a fast retreat, This sea within thee will rob thy heat.

The Finish

I talk not of bearer nor of bowl hence, This love theme, I say in a frank parlance.

From Holies of Ummah what e’er I hold, In their own frank style to thee I have told.

Back to ego turn, and back to heart look, Make the self’s own place in thy bosom nook.

Treat this tillage with moist of blood and tear. Eat the harvest thus, I throw my seeds here.

For heart and eyes course, the ‘Harem’ is the aim, Its round is not the round of door’an roof’s frame.

In us and God’s House there hides a hint so, Which Gabe, the Trustee may not even know.