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

10 comments:

  1. sALaaaaaaaaamm...aAmna...tHats so niCe...vEry well c0mposed....s0 y0u are a p0etess as well... I wasnt knowing tHat mY fRend iS mULti tALented ;)

    aLLah bLess U ...write a p0em f0r kAshmir as well when it will bE freed insHa aLLa ...
    your friend (gUess mY name, if you can ;) )

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  2. Nice poem. Pakistan Zindabad :)

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  3. Its marvellous......very well depicted.....as for the prayers in the end.....Amen :)

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  4. v well sid nycc stufff gud jobbb:)))))))))))))))))))))

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  5. WOW!!!! amazing lines... specially m luvng da last few lines
    "What I see today is what I saw before your birth
    Save the missing voice and the guiding hand"
    great job :)
    .

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  6. Smiply outstandin....I have no words to describe dis magnanimous poem.....I m really amazed to see how u put de history of Pakistan just in 1 poem.....Dis wat a call de true art of writin.....Keep it up sis....I feel really proud to call u ma sis...:)

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  7. Ur poem is simply amazing.....well written and compact one......very good man...U deserve loads of appreciation and applause. Keep it up my dear friend :)

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  8. True and very nice words, Keep Shining..

    InshAllah We will rise again, Glory is not so far…

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  9. Hats off to you Ams, Great poem, thats a very nice touch you added with the prayer at the end:-)

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  10. spellbound with your expressions!

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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

10 comments:

  1. sALaaaaaaaaamm...aAmna...tHats so niCe...vEry well c0mposed....s0 y0u are a p0etess as well... I wasnt knowing tHat mY fRend iS mULti tALented ;)

    aLLah bLess U ...write a p0em f0r kAshmir as well when it will bE freed insHa aLLa ...
    your friend (gUess mY name, if you can ;) )

    ReplyDelete
  2. Nice poem. Pakistan Zindabad :)

    ReplyDelete
  3. Its marvellous......very well depicted.....as for the prayers in the end.....Amen :)

    ReplyDelete
  4. v well sid nycc stufff gud jobbb:)))))))))))))))))))))

    ReplyDelete
  5. WOW!!!! amazing lines... specially m luvng da last few lines
    "What I see today is what I saw before your birth
    Save the missing voice and the guiding hand"
    great job :)
    .

    ReplyDelete
  6. Smiply outstandin....I have no words to describe dis magnanimous poem.....I m really amazed to see how u put de history of Pakistan just in 1 poem.....Dis wat a call de true art of writin.....Keep it up sis....I feel really proud to call u ma sis...:)

    ReplyDelete
  7. Ur poem is simply amazing.....well written and compact one......very good man...U deserve loads of appreciation and applause. Keep it up my dear friend :)

    ReplyDelete
  8. True and very nice words, Keep Shining..

    InshAllah We will rise again, Glory is not so far…

    ReplyDelete
  9. Hats off to you Ams, Great poem, thats a very nice touch you added with the prayer at the end:-)

    ReplyDelete
  10. spellbound with your expressions!

    ReplyDelete

Thanks a bunch to all the readers and comment writers!!

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