Gertrude, the deserter,
Driven by lust of
Power and wealth
Marries Claudia’s,
Frailty, thy name is woman,
The Bard of Avon, says…
Nay, O’ woman, thy has
Many other attributes, than
Merely of moral turpitude
Beguiling is thy trade
Overtures of demeaning,
Is your stock in trade.
Cruelty is your forte
Falsity thy love
Infidelity is a summit
Of delusory achievement.
Infirm are thy vows,
Deception is a weapon.
Man, O’ Man, blinded
And fatous in ways,
Thou trusted, the wily,
The inhuman, the imperious,
Who laid stains upon,
The pure soul, of thyself.
Adam, roaming happily in Eden,
Why thou’st desire companion,
Given thy wish, blemished thy soul
Ungodly whispers of Eve,
Fiendish, selfish, envious
Banished thy peace forever.
A lady known and loved
Ferreted from memory
A femme fatale, wholesome,
Caved me in deceptive devotion
Of her guiltful heart,
Beauteous was her treachery.
Black hearted, disgraceful,
Fallacious speech, flawed intent,
Decrepit, deceitful, devious,
Faithless, inhuman, ungrateful,
All are her traits of seduction,
And all of these, is your name,
O’ thee, the woman….not just frailty.
Sirajuddin Aziz
27th, April, 2025.
Karachi.
From: 16.45 to 17: 22.hrs.
