1. Why do I see poetry being misused
With morals and values cast away?

2. Should poetry shy from the plight of the nation
As moral decay spreads its sway?

3. How can we be silent, when bonds are unfastened,
And we clash with our own kith and kin?

4. The poet turns from events, secluded
As if poetry itself were a sin

5. Poetry now is just singing of a flirt
Her cheeks and waist - its only concern

6. The poets see women, no higher thought
Like slaves, praising them, they yearn

7. Each part of a woman they versify
No modesty hinders their graphic lines

8. They've sanctioned vulgarity, made it sublime
Even worship it in their rhyming shrines

9. Alas for poetry, wanton its inspiration
Chasing girls, lustful dreams its location

10. A beauty's ghost stirs the pen to creation
Women are idols, the poets their minions

11. If only their rhymes were veils drawn over daughters
Where chastity and dignity still matter

12. If only they wrote of a mother's love
Where affection and anguish deeply stir

13. No harm if they made their verse a school
Where feminine virtue stood proud and tall

14. Woman's honor lies in her inner jewel
Not bare bodies the eye must fall

15. She's daughter, wife, mother, sister, friend
The home's honor, its peace and stem

16. Why can't poetry rise, conventions transcend
If purpose and principles guide the pen?

17. What greatness poetry can still attain
If themes match conscience, beneficent and sane!

18. When lofty ideals in verses remain
Hearts respond, for it makes life's meaning plain