SHAMENAZ
BANO
MY LAP IS BARREN
(Cry of a terror victim’s mother)
My lap is barren
on this auspicious
occasion of Eid
the whole world is
rejoicing
but how can I
rejoice?
I went to buy new
clothes for my child
but with just one
blast
my whole world
went upside down
I lost the most
precious thing of my life
Can anyone bring
back my child?
Who was the light
of my home,
Whose laughter
echoed my house
will no more be
heard now.
With an heavy
heart
I bid farewell to
you my child
Please bury him
smoothly in his grave
Go rest in peace
my child
You’ll be safe in
your heavenly abode.
Can anyone just
tell me?
What do these
insane people get?
After killing
innocent lives
making mothers
like us
deprived of their
child forever
tell them to kill
us first
before killing our
children.
PALYMRA- THE PRIDE OF
SYRIA
Palymra- the Pride of Syria
the memories of
ancient civilization
a synthesis of two
cultures,
Greco-Romans and
Persians
standing high up
in sky,
with all it might
and beauty.
Captured by
tyrannical forces
but liberated by
Syrian Arab Army
The beauty and
grandeur of Palymra
will never ever
fade
no matter world
changes
a structure reminiscent
of past
and a precious
gift for present and future
Palymra; you stand
as a pride of Syria
as a victory of
good over evil.
PARADISE ON EARTH
Paradise on Earth!
Kashmir,
there is beauty,
colours & fragrance,
in every inch of
your land,
holiness of
Charar-e-Shariff and Hazratbal.
Where there is
velvety floweriness
of Shalimar and
Nishat,
which impresses
everyone.
Where waters of
Dal, Wular and Nandansar,
flows in a rhythm,
giving a soothing
reflections.
Where river
Jhelum,
has absorbs many
stories.
Where slow
movements of house-boats
looks
extraordingly fantastic.
And at nights, the
dim lights of ‘kangaris’,
glitter so
brightly,
seemingly likes
‘jugnoos’.
Where ‘Chinar’
tree changes colours
as per the season,
and the field of
Saffron,
looks like
sunlight is reflecting from it.
Where fragrance of
‘kehwa’
is spread in every
household.
Where apples on
trees,
seems like a
painter,
has painted his
most beautiful painting.
Where different
colours of flowers,
blossoms like
pearls in the sea.
Where cold breeze
blows all the times,
making it cool
throughout the year.
Where there is
beauty,
even in the autumn
season.
Where mountains
are always,
covered with
silvery snow.
Where snow falls
at every now and then
making it a
heavenly abode.
But how the scene
transformed?
Is this the same
paradise?
From where this
breeze has come?
creating panic and
havoc.
From where this
hatred has spread?
that the flowers
has lost its fragrance.
Colours of saffron
have become dim,
Waters of Dal has
lost its speed.
Melting snow from
the mountains,
seems like
shedding its tears.
The evenings of
Gulmerg,
has become so
gloomy.
The land which was
referred as paradise,
has transformed
into a hell,
is this paradise?
Although there are
many shortcomings,
but still we are
optimistic,
smiles will fill
the atmosphere again,
as after every
cloud there is a silver lining,
and after every
dark there is a beautiful horizon,
that horizon will
also enlighten this land,
making it as
beautiful as it was.
Flowers of this
land will spread,
their beauty and
fragrance again.
Spring will again
comes,
in this beautiful
valley,
because paradise
is this,
the lands which
resides in every hearts
the beautiful
valley of Kashmir.
SHAMENAZ BANO
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