POEM 294
REVOLUTION OF DARKNESS
At last...
as the sun disappeared
behind the mountains,
The ghosts
with fast winds
and horrible noise
brought the darkness
to our village.
The candles
of each house
blew out ...
lightening streaked the sky
No one left their home
Nor closed their eyes in sleep.
The whole night
was a celebration.
The ghosts were joyous...
The revolution of darkness
Had begun...
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POEM 295
PRISONER OF
THE BODY
I was near ...
about to find
the way out
from this cage
I was willing to sit
on the shoulders of air
Keen to fly high
towards the sky,
To be free...
Suddenly my wings of thoughts
were aflame ,,,
And I like a bomb
hurling toward earth
a blaze.
Once again
Wounded ...
Feeling trapped
amid the layers of pain
I was a prisoner of the body
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POEM 296
DIFFERENT BY CHOICE
See the sky
like a roof over
our the heads
covering the earth.
The same earth
under our feet.
Running with water
from which we drink
empting into the oceans
touching all the land.
The air we breath ...
The colors of the seasons ...
The crawling insects ...
The animals ...
even the birds ...
Everywhere the same.
Those lives ruled by nature
seem truly contented.
Only human beings
are discontented.
Always fighting with each other
We are the misfit
in natures order.
Choosing the way of brutality
like animals gone mad.
We are no better than them.
We hunt ...
Killing our fellow man
Forgetting our humanity
refusing to better ourselves
to live in peace and happiness.
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POEM 297
REVOLUTION OF
MY HEART
(the birth of my sweet daughter Hadeel Breshna Afzal Khan on 29th July 2003)
Rumbling in the sky
lightening flashing
Dark and heavy the clouds.
The rain pores down
Flowing water across
the age parched soil.
The storm of life
rages with promise
The empty stems
of my heart
begins to bud
with flowers of hope
once deprived.
The thunder roars...
the black clouds
housed so long
within my heart
are now gone.
A beautiful light
Has parted the storm.
Bright the light
of my sweet daughter
and thus ...
she was named Breshna ...
bright light before the storm
And Her light
forever to shine
and remove the days of gloom
for me and Ouahiba.
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POEM 298
OH ALMIGHTY GOD...!
You appeared
with names
color,
light
taste
You came
with sweet effects,
rhythm...
music...
emotions...
You created thousands of faces
where your real face
could vanish
You distribute Yourself
around the universe.
Until the last day of judgment
Each living creature
specially human beings
are busy wondering ...
Reward or punishment
Spending their time
counting prayers
and in acts of submission
To You....
But Satan is at the steps
And Hell's mouth
is wide open
waiting ....
And some smile ...
Their fear removed
because they following him.
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POE 299
THE ANCIENT MAN OF MODERN ERA
When people's behavior
turn brutal
against humanity
Everybody
For safety's sake
grow leery
or the heart,
grows barren...
This why people
Look upon strangers
with distrust
and perhaps as an enemy.
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POEM 300
THE COMPANION OF SATAN
An angel mentioned...
“ Look ... the human beings
trying to look as I do.”
Satan laughed loudly saying ...
“ As much as human beings
look like you...
I am like blood
in their veins,
twisting their emotions,
temping them to surrender to me.”
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POEM 301
HISTORICAL DECISION
“If today... We
claim ourselves
true human beings
then the animals of forest
should be blamed
for the killing.”
When this decision was made ...
the wolves gathered in assembly
quickly sharpening
their teeth gone blunt.
Preparing their attack on the sheep
running towards the village.
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POEM 302
HUMAN EVOLUTION
Since human's
left the forest
to live in cities
calling it civilization,
more vicious and deadly
they have become.
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POEM 303
MISINTERPRETATION
While other people
use ladders
trying to climb
to the sky
The Pashtoons
with their songs
of honor and power
misinterpreted ...
Are still willing
to sharpen blunt swords
believing in fighting.
And for this reason
the people of this nation
will eat of the soil
in an unending life
of nothing.
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POEM 304
IDOL BREAKER
I believe that
I am made from soil
and end as soil
Soil recycled....
Materials of buildings
Artists forming pots
making idols ...
The great Almighty God
could have sculpted me
from soil of idols made
So I could be there breaker.
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