Jiske haath jitna aaye utna wo le jaaye

Jiske haath jitna aye utna wo le jaaye
maal sarkari ho to hissa kaun lagaaye

Marta hai to mareez mar bhi jaaye
Maseeha hain so rahe kaun jagaaye

Muflis musalmaan jo ho jaaye
Wo phir bechaara bhi na kehlaaye

Putla banao to pathhar ka yaaro
Lohe ko zang akhir khaa hi jaaye

Sadte jhooth khoob hain sab nigal rahe
Pet ek din phool ke phat na jaaye

Lafzon mein zeher utartaa kyun nahin
Ragon mein ise kab tak koi daudaaye

Aye jo poochne log ustaad ke usko
'Quateel' sar jhukaaye bas muskuraaye

Pompey Pompeii

I will play Pompeii and tell you just this much...

Gods don't favour labours of the common home
Nor Campainian upstarts against regal Rome

You can ask the aristocrats of our time
Syllas, Julians, Pius's stand and mime

Stories that Nola and Capua always knew
Which in time and telling grew

Short life everlasting tragic fame
Is the lot of the Pompeii name

One day my last happy heart was broken
And then Vesuvius for a task awoken.

Quateel Ahmad
May 4, 2013