Tuesday, August 31, 2010

The Cruel Sun


Leaves lose their crispness
Birds go home
Still walking on the forlorn track,
I keep looking back and forth
Birds’ song – too distant
Shade of the trees – away!
Under my shadow, I refuge from the cruel sun
Treading fast, I keep walking to run.

Sun chasing me
Following me, to look into my weak eyes
Eluding, I strive as it is strong

Trees – not thick enough and the sun blazes with all its might

My fault or that of the power after me?
Leaving vacuum - the unanswered question slows my pace.

I still keep moving and the sun keeps following
Its cold, but no wish to beek in the cruel sun -
I fear to burn!

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Happy Birthday, Pakistan


Happy birthday, Pakistan - So you turned 63 today
The sound of the roars and the happy crowd is fresh in my mind as yesterday

They wreath my grave and they walk arrogantly on your soil,
What good does it do; isn’t it better to toil?

You have seen men in khaki and men on the dice
Who came to help you rise?

They want to busticate your body and gnaw at the pieces
Do I call them well-wishers or vultures in disguises?

Your old body palsies and your rivers flood
With water and with blood

Throughout these years you have seen waves and tides
Not your offspring, but some parasites have taken rides

I see chaos and pain that clenches your every arm and finger
Is it for the danger of the behemoth or the snakes?

What I see today is what I saw before your birth
Save the missing voice and the guiding hand
Oh mother of these!
Bring the same zeal again, for you are the only head they own.
Be a Phoenix – Rise again!

Notes: May Allah give us strength to rise again! Amen

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Somewhere faraway; As I sit to feel the silence, My thoughts are carried away by THE WHISPERS OF MY HEART!!

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

The Cruel Sun


Leaves lose their crispness
Birds go home
Still walking on the forlorn track,
I keep looking back and forth
Birds’ song – too distant
Shade of the trees – away!
Under my shadow, I refuge from the cruel sun
Treading fast, I keep walking to run.

Sun chasing me
Following me, to look into my weak eyes
Eluding, I strive as it is strong

Trees – not thick enough and the sun blazes with all its might

My fault or that of the power after me?
Leaving vacuum - the unanswered question slows my pace.

I still keep moving and the sun keeps following
Its cold, but no wish to beek in the cruel sun -
I fear to burn!

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Happy Birthday, Pakistan


Happy birthday, Pakistan - So you turned 63 today
The sound of the roars and the happy crowd is fresh in my mind as yesterday

They wreath my grave and they walk arrogantly on your soil,
What good does it do; isn’t it better to toil?

You have seen men in khaki and men on the dice
Who came to help you rise?

They want to busticate your body and gnaw at the pieces
Do I call them well-wishers or vultures in disguises?

Your old body palsies and your rivers flood
With water and with blood

Throughout these years you have seen waves and tides
Not your offspring, but some parasites have taken rides

I see chaos and pain that clenches your every arm and finger
Is it for the danger of the behemoth or the snakes?

What I see today is what I saw before your birth
Save the missing voice and the guiding hand
Oh mother of these!
Bring the same zeal again, for you are the only head they own.
Be a Phoenix – Rise again!

Notes: May Allah give us strength to rise again! Amen

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