The Shaking Leaf
The Shaking Leaf
Born in paradise---
Growing, living, die in wars
Even not in month and day
Rather minute and second
Only earshot suicide and blast
Kabul or Peshawar.
Grown-up told us
It was a land of birds
Worshiping the beauty
Thrilling voice of Nightingale
Shepherd flute break
The silence Afternoon
Sit under the shade of lofty Chinar
The more listen to him, the more love
Child liked storyteller
Ages went to bed
All were sitting in Hujra around him
In front of the fireplace
In short, peace and peace.
Now only names remain of them
Nothing save to tell
No more shepherd flutes
Thrilling voice of Nightingales
Even birds and Springs are discontent and unhappy
No wish to come to land’s Pashtun
Mothers became widows
Childs became orphans
Brothers lament for sisters
Sisters for them
Father hardship even mother
Awaken nights sleeveless
Neither mother saw the love of Rose, Nor Rose
Now only they read it in book
Tempest fall ripen Roses
Mothers have been denied
To more birth Heart Pieces
Argued! The results will be the same.
The story does not end here
Praying and lamenting for martyred
More alive disappeared
Do not know
For how long parents are dreaming
And waiting and seeing their way
Even knock on the doors of others
“Have you not information about our Roses”?
No sympathy, the door closed
What is left for saying
Blood for wounded
Here need mothers to feed other orphans
Time heals the pains-----scarcely believed!
Pashtun have been strained crossfire
Others die natural death or epidemics
Only Pashtun born, growing up
Living and Even die in wars.
Our Shoulders sprained
Seen and rouse a lot funerals
Feed up, tired, and detest war
Welcome to peace and Spring
Wandering and tousled hairs
Even our eyes avidity for peace
Do not know where peace has been concealed!
Maybe where birds live and chirping
Made a Nest among lofty Chinar
Peace and Springs discontented from the one
Sprawled wars and hates
Made mothers widows and beggars
Lamenting and spread their skirts
Asking one-time bread for THEIR HEART PIECES!
Willing both will return to ruined and barren land
On condition ceasefire to wars!
Bring that peace
As grown-up told
No more wars rather peace and peace
War open war and destruction
No more tempest fall ripen ROSES
Laments and dry lips and funerals
Clouds! Rain and rain to wipe dull faces
Forgot how to laugh and to smile!
Hugs to Peace and Spring
To spread laughter on our dully faces.
Let's shatter guns
Making flutes for shepherds,
Qalam for the one who cries for the light
Give them pen and book
Peace and Springs pleased
Out from nest and lofty Chinars
To riches and sprawling wings
On a condition ceasefire to war!!
~Sana Ullah Wazir
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