Dard ko bya karu kese
Dard to muskhurahat m v h
Kuch chuphi chahat m v h
Mohobbat k kuch alfaz v h dard
Aankhon S jhalakti barsaat v h dard
Wo tute khwab v h dard
Wo bunte aash v h dard
Aurat ki dabi hue awaaz v h dard
Dard zindagi ka ek sundar hissa h
Jo hme khushiyon ki talash tk le jata h
dard hi to wo sabdh h
Jo khushiyon S hmari pehechan krwata h
Bin dard k khushiyon k maaene kha h
Dard to wo gulab k fhul ke kaatein sa h
Jo fhul ko or khubsurat bnata h
Dard hme khudh dard S larna sikhata h

in the not too           far                          distant future I imagine
                          there will be an heir to a space                          exploration
fortune who will                                                     abandon his rich
                                 Abu Dabi lifestyle
                                 to go live on Mars
the angry                            red planet where he will paint
in zero gravity &                                    sell his products to
those of his class for                      hundreds of millions of                       dollars in bitcoin            who                                           ­       are too scared of space
                                 on Mars a subculture                                     develops to rebel against the
                        sanctimonious poets in deep                     space                                            but space travel                     is as convenient as hitching
a ride on a passing satellite & the poet
decides to go                                             on a one-way trip while
   high-class
                  go-go bars dot the Martian                   surface as the affluent leave the                                                         transmitting
        his thoughts                     &              musings
      back , soon other                                                  s follow         daring to lay
witness to                                                               deep space while sending
poetic odes in various                                    languages
                                             all through space
hoping for a chance                                          encounter w/ an alien race
w/ poetic sensibilities;                                       that and back on earth women
& girls                                                  strip & tease for money;
                               in space so long & so far                           out all he has is a
                              vintage collection of                      PLAYBOYs from
                                                                ­                                         1955;
that's what he thinks
of women as                                                               ­              blows past
                            supernovae                      ­& galaxy clusters,
seeing massive black holes
& cobwebs b     of black energy;
                                                                ­  strange                           planet's
plumes & eerie astral phenomena
& as he                              recites his                           epics he still thinks
                      the ideal woman looks            
 like            the          11                                *******           
                                                  centerfolds   ­        from 1955;
establishing this as the poetic ideal
         of womanhood;                              meanwhile on earth
women have                                                             ­   to be ten times smarter
than the blood
                                                           ­     thirsty death mongering
men who ****, **** & eat w/out language;
                               so the poets
odes go unheard except
                                   by the rebellious                  underground scenes                      on Mars     where the
woman                             try to dress                                                like mid-1950's                *******
                                             centerfolds walking                                            around stark naked
b/c the planet is so hot &                                   steamy &
polluted that                              they where transparent cellophane -
                                                 like clothing to                    protect their dry, pale skin;
                  the poets                                               who manage to go into                                                         space
will never               go                                               know that humanity sank into
back to earth                                                        rank­ barbarism leading to
                                                 the decimation
                                 of any form of civic or                       even                      civil             culture; n                                         o place
l       eft u                     nupturned                                                     & looted,
                                        recolonized
            ­                    & blistered                                                        ­    w/ bombs                                                  & artillery in a
                                 global Allepo w/                            no refuge except into
**** & ******;
                                             peace only a poet's dream