I am the heart of Asia
and I feel very lonely
because I don’t have
a true friend
I have many enemies
they harm and destroy me.
They kill millions
of my innocent children
without any mercy
and handicap
the survived ones.
I see their bleeding bodies
their eyes full of tears
and their broken hearts.
I tolerate seeing the image of
my martyred children
and burying them in my chest.
I am very wounded
and there is no one
to treat my wounds
I feel very much pain
a terrible pain in my heart.
which is broken
and blood drips from it.
I suffer from the
cruelty and harshness of others
over me every moment
bullets, rockets and bombs
showers over me
for thirty years,
making streams and rivers of blood
of my children.
I feel so poor
and in this critical condition
no body volunteers to help me
and give me the hand of friendship.
I am fed up of my life
I want to get freedom
and go to a place far away
where nobody exists
and is clear from my enemies
and their harshness.
(18. August.2007-Islamabad)
and I feel very lonely
because I don’t have
a true friend
I have many enemies
they harm and destroy me.
They kill millions
of my innocent children
without any mercy
and handicap
the survived ones.
I see their bleeding bodies
their eyes full of tears
and their broken hearts.
I tolerate seeing the image of
my martyred children
and burying them in my chest.
I am very wounded
and there is no one
to treat my wounds
I feel very much pain
a terrible pain in my heart.
which is broken
and blood drips from it.
I suffer from the
cruelty and harshness of others
over me every moment
bullets, rockets and bombs
showers over me
for thirty years,
making streams and rivers of blood
of my children.
I feel so poor
and in this critical condition
no body volunteers to help me
and give me the hand of friendship.
I am fed up of my life
I want to get freedom
and go to a place far away
where nobody exists
and is clear from my enemies
and their harshness.
(18. August.2007-Islamabad)
6 comments:
Touching poem!
Keep up the good work!
Exactly...Afghanistan has no true friend....everyone just playing with Afghans
Assalamualaikum warahmatullah,
May Allah give muslims the heart which can feel the pain described in this poem.
Hey Lil sis,
U really amazed me, it is really true that the blood is always thicker than water and u proved that big waves of the blood of the educators, teachers, maulanas and scholars are active innate u.
I have never thought that a girl who is quite and shy will have the ability to present her inner thoughts in front of the dumb and insensitive world with a majestic power.
It is always said the waves of thoughts that come from the deepest valleys of the heart always put its impact on the brains and bonnets of others.
Ur abs right that the immature contents of ur skull is touching the very mature and un touched issues.
Lil sis keep it up! v all waiting for u that u may revive the ashes of the mission our ancestor back into a gigantic flame, the flame that have put off long ago due to our sluggish and inactiveness.
We all pray that may Allah give u that power.
Ismat Subhani
nice poem indeed :)
u look like an emotional girl :)
Dearest Hajira jan,
im really pround of u,
i read ur lovely,thoughtfull,nice feeling about ur country and other good things they r really meaningful and ur family is very lucky that they r having u.
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