POEM 145
PAPA'S DREAM
This is not that nation...
according to Papa's dream
Nor is this life ...
according to Papa's dream
Mountains and Men stand
between the people
keeping them separated
this was not the dream of Papa..
All this killing by our own hands
furnished with weapons
by self proclaimed humanitarians
We are the people
killing our own brothers
depriving daughters of marriage
and causing mothers laments
We are the people
hiding in the mountains
like thieves
with Death's angel in tow.
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POEM 146
IN SEARCH OF THAT FACE
Mirror...
haunting my mind
dreams possess
revealing ...
one face.
Every time
Its the same face
lifetime's face
reflection
not mine...
So I touch
over again
with great love ...
now mind etched
that face...
Often asked
relationship
answerless
just a thought
that face...
It was fate
that on one day
mirror drops
and that face
shattered...
So I search
seeking that face
every girl
here's my heart..
cup begs.
But these girls
shards of that face
maybe the eyes ...
perhaps a nose...
soft lips...
But the whole
the one I seek
that one face ...
will forever
elude.
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POEM 147
DARKEN HOUSES OF PASHTOONS
Yea, I remember very well ...
In that mid-night hour
when I was writing
Life's realities
My eyes
heavily with tears
All the words
written in blood ink
washed away
by the flood
of falling tears
Nay, except this one stanza...
" Get up Shauq..
Turn on their lights
For darkness has come
to the houses of Pashtoons"
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POEM 148
COMPANIONS OF LIGHT
We ...
have chalked the walls
with great hate
and the people...
separate.
We...
In need of love
being led
toward extremes
madness..
We ...
stepping ahead
side by side
strong in hope
wanting ...
We ...
though different
move as one
like a body
shadows...
We...
follow the sun
light encouraged
fight the night
friends...
We ...
eyes now open
seeking friends
put to end
darkness.
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POEM 149
THE SWORD OF KHUSHAL KHAN
(A...)
Honored past...
The great Khushal khan
with dignity
carried his sword ...
Today,
crops of green
runs red with blood
the stench of dead
taints the air...
This nation..
in the name of sacred war
cuts off heads
canals once water
flows with blood
This nation
now fed by crops
nourished with blood
of slain people...
where is the dignity?
(B..)
Honored past ...
the great Khushal khan
with dignity
carried his sword ...
Today,
Bullets fly
chest explode
men keep dying
for dignity sake...
Honor is stripped
fighters now gone
in its wake
beggars...
Mothers…
Sisters...
Wives …
and
Daughters…
tattered clothed
doomed to roam
for bread's morsels
in the name of dignity
(C..)
Honored past...
The great Khushal khan
with dignity
carried his sword ...
Today,
This nation
by other's will
the men are led
in this blood lust
Proud of their acts ...
Yet small children
like animals
dig the waste dumps
seeking food
Children of pride
desiring warmth
burn paper scraps
in the cold nights
And this is dignity...
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POEM 150
HEY MASTER OF
THIS ZOO..!
Strength of your stick
may think these animals
in appearance tamed
like human beings...
But master of this zoo..!
Afghans like brutal tigers
drink humanity's blood
a reality you must accept
And as this zoo's master
you are the one responsible
Who made humans animals
The guilt belongs to you
With your great stick
they are left truly beaten
wounded and bleeding
So now you come with salt.
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POEM 151
WHAT WILL BE
THE RESULT?
I took your hand in mine
revealing my body's heat
aware of my hearts feelings
gently shaking your hand
I didn't understand
your gestures of shyness
hidden by nibbling your lips
that your heart was made of stone.
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POEM 152
CHILD OF DIRT
I think perhaps...
You catch the throat
at the time of birth
of your beloved son
Than in his early youth
let him die in battle.
Deceived by false dignity
his cousin now his killer...
left this bloody funeral.
I carry upon shoulders
my son to his grave.
What think you ...?
Which will be the greater pain...?
Either way as things stand
your beloved son still becomes
a child of the dirt...
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POEM 153
VOICE OF THE FACE
The face
my hearts desire
I have yet to see
with mine eyes
in this world
Yes the face,
long has been
my heart 's rhythm
and has forever
ruled over me...
This heart of mine
beating madness
caught in a game
is love unrealized...
or the fool
Whichever ...
This strange girl
inflicts wounds
when she speaks
who are you...?
Introduced by art
The fever of my love
burns within me
Is this the one....?
I wonder..
I don't know her
she stays removed
veiled in shyness
she still remains
just a voice...
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POEM 154
EXAMINING LIFE
Amazing life
Every part
And with living
questions arise...
With answers
more questions...
Always in motion
Always examining.
