Electric Life
It's gained pace of an electric train,
Started slow moving very swiftly though,
Yesterday's child is today's father,
Tells today, was searching while ago,
Wished to grow but now when he's grown,
Weeps remembering shirtless run in rain,
Days passed have remained a dream,
This today is just a pinching pain,
Wept and cried, jumped and laid,
Forcing father fulfill each desire,
Father too in miseries and despair,
Rushed to corners easing his son's fire,
Lived life of love, had all my toys,
Laugh when remember, I my Sunday's joys…
Jahanzeb
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Unexpected
Dim looked the stars then disappeared
Behind the clouds pale moon appeared.
Like a damsel after a shower,
Combed hair on face lower.
The clouds passed the sky cleared,
The stars and moon again appeared.
As fairy moving away her hair,
Her face appeared so clean and fair.
Things looked calm the night waning,
The clouds gathered anew the planning.
A shawl the sky wore again,
The bitter breeze again began.
On chest of earth fell flakes of snow,
No dawn joy, no life's flow.
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Malala Yousafzai
Extraordinary a child,
born with a heart of love,
for her fellow people and kids,
wanted nothing but peace,
and literacy for woman of her land,
something this land was created for,
A land where Islam will prosper,
where crowd will become a nation,
mother will send kids to school,
boys will play by the pool,
girls will have their dolls,
she wished to have peace on her land
tried it through pen in hand,
shot she was few days ago,
Is this the fate of peace lover? No,
Allah we plead you to give health,
She is for this land a precious wealth.
Aameen.
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New World
A child on the shoulders of his father,
Watched the other kids with their bags to school,
Playing with their toys by the pool,
Shed tears and wished to be one of them,
The father went from man to man, street to street,
Signaling cars, gentility, with open hands,
Torn clothes, dirty face he stands,
Received nothing but ridiculing mass,
Who's responsible if his father is not rich?
The son, the father, we or democracy?
God, his angels, nature, or prophecy?
His eyes bleeding, his father's pleading,
Who will answer this little child's question?
Waiting am I for any suggestion.
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Dilemma
Dilemma
They fight in me my love and your love,
Yours to let you go, Mine to stop you,
What's the most precious? I always thought,
My life? That's the only thing I've got,
If not life then you will be mine,
For I can't have you crossing life's line,
Then what else that will end my hope,
And fasten me to a tree alone with a rope,
There you came with a dreadful wish,
Leaving my pleading hand, my cold flesh,
Requested me to pray for you a loyal mate,
Am I not loyal? I thought alone I sat,
Should I pray for your match? Lose you forever?
Should I pray to have you? Lose you never?
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The River of Memories
The flow of fresh water
Down the mountain
Like sprinkles from a fountain
Makes clouds of tiny drops
Spreading like shawl
Over the blades of crops
Cools the air in warm
Fevered brain gets calm
Form fork of rivers
The surface of its water
Reflection of our dream
Reminds me of race
Of childhood mimic fleets
Threw them
Ran with them
Cheering shouting, clapping
Swim fast.
Till it reached a whirl
Made them wet
Engulfed them
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The Journey of Life
I rose from the east, travelling west
With bright eyes, looked at the earth,
With my warmth to many, I gave birth,
I know in the west I have to rest,
To my back are the loud laughing faces,
Living merrily with love ones enjoying lives,
Going in evening with gifts in hands to hives,
In front are those who have run, won the races,
How many of the flowers will store my name,
A sun that once on them dim but shone,
Some will come and read my name on the Stone,
With my flesh will perish my name and fame,
But I have people in front of me, waiting,
No reason to scold west no reason for hating.
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Bitter Honey
Destined to be born but not to grow,
The little baby sleeping in his cot,
Expecting his new world a happy flow,
Knows not his God, custom nor his faith,
You gave life, like (in sunshine) snow,
Not snow, was like a crystal ice,
It broke; pieces scattered, and melted,
A sorry or some dollar will not do,
Lives you have taken, hundreds lives,
Have broken not utensil or cheap knives,
The soulless bees are pouring but no honey,
Sending death to baby in his cot,
The member men are learned and philosopher,
Can't find ways to let the baby prosper,
Stop shooting them from sky UNO,
Killed why? Most of them don't know.
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Sonnet 'Memory
After that day of our departure,
I gave my soul nothing but torture,
Calling you to memory all the time,
Made my moments the most sublime,
You were here with me like the sun of dawn,
Sat I looking you ending in smoke every plan,
How can I stop you, knowing no way no reason,
To have forever in my heart a lily, rose' season,
Is this my fate this my destiny? Looted and in despair,
Or with your hand will my hand be ever in pair?
Will ever my tired head rest on your soft arm,
Will my name be written ever on your white palm?
I have a hope you will be mine and mine you are,
Like the moon accompanied by the brightest star,
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An eye from the sky
An eye from the sky,
Looks down,
Shines when you smile,
Important to that eye,
Is a rose on the earth,
Wished that eye to be with that rose,
But eyes once open will someday close,
Cheer up friend for that eye's sake,
When you were a child,
Could uttered no words,
She then had the power,
To judge and react,
You cried she cried
You laughed she relieved,
You were her rose you are her sight,
Wishes she not,
Grief, gloom or tears,
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