I am a fish not an old man,
Who brought this fish?
To this hot frying pan,
And made it a dish!
For an uninvited and unfriendly guest,
Either right now, or at a time very soon,
With nails so sharp and his art at the best,
He doesn't need a fork or spoon,
The flash he will eat,
And the bones will remain,
Shall his belly be a final seat?
Or the cycle will repeat once again?
Nobody knew and nobody knows,
Everyone has his own approach,
The soil is hard and weak are the plows,
An upside down helpless cockroach!
Did the cockroach bring joys for You? ,
Are we created to remain helpless?
Are we nothing but toys for You?
Why we are alone in this world of mess?
Why do You leave us at the mercy of sadism?
In the thunder and fire of tyrant terrorism,
Centuries old unending imperialism,
Changing shapes through an ancient prism.
Many came in the world and weren't replied,
The cruel guest didn't spare anyone,
Restless they lived, restless they died,
Passed any how, they loved someone!
Akhtar Jawad
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-upside-down-helpless-cockroach/
