Pretence of love

Red eagle flying in the sky of Grand Canyon
Sees from far above
A fossilized fish
Dug in a sea of sludge
Helplessly struggling to free  

The howling wind goes around
Between the cliffs and troughs of the Rocky Mountain
Playing incessantly the melancholy tune of a violin
Bearing the heart rending wailing of the dead
Wrapping the appalled trees of Arizona
Stooping eyes of the milestones look ashamed
Lamenting bloody peaks of mountain  
Playing alto in high pitch and tone

Do the travelers
Care to hear the sad song of the sunset
Hidden under the whisper of the rocks?
They are amazed
By the fluffy tailed squirrels
Food courts invite them from distant hills
And dollars rush with humongous eternal hunger
For grilled sumptuous beefsteaks and red wine
The mountain ranges are overwhelmed with sexual thrill

Silence shrouds the world, slowly
Crooked doors of the cursed restaurants stare a blank look
As if they are not really a part of this area
Travelers, tired and exhausted  
Slowly walk into the shopping mall
They pick up felt hat, horse saddle, gun, knife, key and mirror
A perfect duplication of Eagle's wing and a wine glass

From the shelf
A white American young man
Picks up a replica of a beautiful Red Indian girl
Throwing a spear  
Representing those killed one day
Being allured by the pretence of love!

(Translation: Dr. Gulshan Ara Kazi)