The pretender plays not to love…

The pretender plays not to love pure and natural,
but blunders his part with repetitive babble.

To require an audience is the most basic mistake:
the insecure demand a show to conceal what is fake.

Cogent rapport is well timed and sensitive-
gesture and mood are subtle and attentive.

The elegant in spirit are masters of nuance;
marathon speech is the dull praising the dunce.

The sweet waters laugh as they caress stone and earth;
the stars sing their way to man with heavenly mirth.

But from his mouth pours a flood of twisted verbiage,
or clear rhythmic speech spoken with melodic usage.

Darvish prays for the verse that praises the Master,
and begs the devil to avert the pretender’s disaster.




This entry was posted in english language ghazals, my own poetry. Bookmark the permalink.