The stolid Sky and pompous Sun
Look at weapon and the Gun,
Vandalizing public property
So ruthlessly as if it were fun.
The Tyrant is cozy in his den
As poor lye in a fen.
Hoping for the judgment day
While holding to a note of ten.
The nursling party of the Chief
Unlike an impotent thief
Impenitently purloins poor,
Hallowing the city with infinite grief.
The despot laughs in a room so warm
At virtue, morality and the norm.
But the final weapon is in our hands.
We howl so loud and stamp the form!
--Written By: Ammara Khan
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5 comments:
very beautiful poem. truly depicting the current socio-political situation of pakistan. I really liked the last paragraph. very motivating indeed!
I wasn't familier to the poetess Ammara.Well what to say I love it!!You have narrated it so marvelously.Hey I love the leaf story!!!!
Well! very nice poem.I'm impressed by the way u have depicted the true meaning of elections which our nation have in their mind now :)
Really a nice poem Ammara, The power of pen is louder than power of sword, Just like silent shout of peoples is louder than Propaganda machinery of State. Peoples of pakistan are as capable of this democratic system like any other nation in the world and we prove we are not goats and sheeps that all the time some man with stick directed us, path.
Long live Peoples..
Long live Peoples struggle..
Because after all soverignity belongs to Masses..
i read this poem by Miss Khan with a sense of awe, she has really developed her expression. She must write more often and with that i am sure we will have a famous writer soon.
best of luck
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