Poem- Mart
Rayees Ahmad Kumar
From the ancestors had I heard
Everything has a price.
Now seeing through the eyes
Everything here is sold.
Faith is sold.
Kindness is sold.
By making amulets in each home
Quran is sold.
The handmade and stoned
Bhagwan is sold.
Deal of eyes is done.
Kidneys are sold.
In poverty through the hands of rulers
Man himself is sold.
The sacred sweat of labourer too
Is sold for few coins.
Then only, of the rich
The buildings are built.
Alas! At the hands of the bride
Now the groom is sold.
For a meagre purpose
Pudency is now sold.
Kept on officers table
Every file is sold.
For medals in these times now
Corpuses’ are sold.
As long as these breaths were running
It wasn’t given any regard
Whether dying due to covid or bullet
Cheques worth lakhs are fetched.
Going in the temple of justice
Seeing, we came to know
Every time through the lawyers
Justice is sold.
Every time when elections come
Characters here are sold.
Posts seem to be bidding
Chair also here is sold.
Through our day night labour
Make creation of the literature, but
When it comes to honors
Honors somewhere are sold.
When spent an age in the world
Then it became known
Exalting a face over an another one
Every person here is a hypocrite.
Alas! I understood but late
This world is a mart.
This world is a mart.
(The poem is written in Urdu by Parvez Manous Bhat and translated in English by Rayees Ahmad Kumar)
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