Senses Buried in a Coffin - By Professor Dr. Saadat Saeed |
4- Senses Buried in a Coffin
As a companion of my breath
he remains awake with me in all the pages of history
Filling in the syringes of his dirty nails
several savage scorpions
he injects in the energies of my lungs
the cancer
that I may compromise with calamities
and see reality as puppet show
He teaches me such a protocol of living
that wearing the chain of security
I in its mirages
ignoring the outstretched crisis
dance in joy
and live recklessly
In the windy oceans overrunning doomed boats
in the auction ceremonies of brothel houses
in the desert of truth hard for unlucky <Majnoon>
under the volcanic drives of the trees of desires
in the broken mirrors on the round tables
in the colourful evenings of < Sunder Bun>
everywhere
like stormy winds
my fingers are opening the
silk umbrellas of fire and blood
In the deaf darkness of mausoleums
in the mad air of slaughter houses
among crowds
burning like inferior tobacco in coffee houses
In the stink of crushed heads
on enslaved paths and encircled roads
in the fright of red leeches
decorated on the timeworn tables of deserted offices
in the defeated hissing of
black steel serpents tied with gun riggings
spitting out green bombs
Having strong whips of
concentrated oppression in his hands
retaining on his own eyelids
the pride of swept out thoughts
my protector remains awake
Translated By
Prof.Gilani Kamran
From Kajli Bun (Elephant Jungle)
By Saadat Saeed, Pub. Sang-e-Meel,Lahore .