FIFTH ADVISOR

Due to thy burning this world gets balance,
When you wished laid bare each hidden face hence.

Thy heat in his clay the world’s pomp and show,
You taught the heaven’s fool, a wisdom so.

Than thee He knows not the nature of men,
Who is famous as God, in the fool’s ken.

Whose duty was praise, rosary and round,
Due to thy envy, in shame ever bound.

All wise men of West are thy pupil though,
I have no faith yet in their wisdom so.

That mischief monger Jew, the Muzdak’s soul.
Each tunic gets torn from his crazy goal.

A crow looks prone to seize the hawk’s force,
How quick the time changes nature’s course.

Being restive she scanned the skies vast space,
Like fools we counted ‘dust’ of human race.

The horrors of future, looking so great,
With hills and vales shiver the brooks in spate.

My Master! that world is going to doom,
The world which looks to thy Leadership’s boom.