"hope or deceit......???"

Mr.Nationalist · #1 Wednesday, December 16, 2009

The Spring has arrived
with pretty pansies and daisies.
How splendid!!!!!!
An expanse of brightness,
an expanse of whiteness.
But I'm locked and frozen
in the time zone.
Burried under a million fears
and heaps of worries amid lots of tears.
I can see some moving images,
Are these people or mere shadows?
Admiring the brightness of the flowers,
and breathing in their sweet aromas.
Touching,seeing and smelling
the perfect little buds.
But I can't see any colour I bet
neither do I smell the scent.
All I can see in my flower beds
are the mushrooming flowers of success.
Soaked with the tears of struggle,
Sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice.
The more the buds bloom into flowers,
The little the fruit of actions become.
O my fellas!
O Pukhtuns!
What is really happening to us?
We are burning in the scorching heat
of some invisible flames.
Who is adding fuel to this fire?
burning our lush green Vales...
I think deeply and profoundly
but repeatedly fail to figure out.
O my Lord!
O my Master!
Time is turning the pages quickly.
my pen is flowing,
but I can't inscribe.
It haunts my soul
and takes my breath,mate!
When I think about us and
visualise my fate.
O my brethern!
O brave Pukhtuns!
No matter how you are hurt,hated
hunted or humiliated....
That's my firm belief,
You are going to get relief.
You are a brave and gallant Nation
with a history thousands of years or more!
You can never be crushed like this.
We shall team up on our very Land,
together with a hand in hand.
As when the mellow redness
of the rising Sun,
emerges from behind the mountains
and with its warmth and tender touch.
All the daisies open their dazzling buds.
As when the stars stud in the night ,up high
And with the falling of the soft dew
from the heaven and the sky.
These little daisies increase in number.
The heavy hooves of the horses and oxen
crushes these flowers time and again.
but every time these beds are trampled
a touch of green appears again.
Let me tell u loud and clear
all my friends whether far or near.
Pukhtun's struggle is very well known,
It's as much real as flesh and bone.

Azra Nafees