A Joint Feeling
I did not see The Lord,
But I felt myself in front
Of His Mighty Court of Justice,
Along with numerous men,
Dressed in grey,
Like the students of olden times.
All with naked heads,
And naked feet,
They gathered in an open ground,
To account for their deeds,
Waited for their turn
For appearance before the Justice.
I had been acquainted
With a few of them,
They were potent
In public and politics,
Enjoyed themselves authority,
And high place,
By dint of wealth and estate,
But then hapless.
All were still like penguins
On the coastal-line,
When come out of cold waters
To bask in the sun,
They stood with bent heads
And lowering eyes,
All speechless, silent
As if ashamed and horrified
On their own doings.
On the other side I stood too
With the bowed neck as if peeping
Into my own inner-self,
Sometime I glanced at others
With stealing looks,
And went through a joint feeling:
Shame and dread
But bitter, more intensified
Than I used to experience
When went to school in early age,
Without doing home-work
Assigned for the summer vacation.
Though I went through
A nightmare yet it was meaningful,
Reminded me of my own follies.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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