O’ my beloved country!
I’m extremely mortified
We all exploited you
In the name of ‘submissive will’
O’ onlookers!
O’ mute creatures!
Never forsake
The sanctity of your land
If you relinquish
The righteousness of this soil
You’ll be deprived of
All your laurels
Your esteem, reverence
And recognition
Is bind and intact
To your holy land
Again today
This land of pure
Whooping and shrieking
For its salvation
Come on! Bravo!
Take a step
The time is ripe enough
Let’s resuscitate
Published in Weekly The MAG, Feb 18-24, 2006 & The Post.
Muhammad Mahtab Bashir
ISLAMABAD.
mahtabbashir@gmail.com
Pity de nation dat is full of beliefs and empty of religion. Pity de nation dat wears a cloth it does not weave, eats a bread it does not harvest, and drinks a wine dat flows not from its own wine-press. Pity de nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggler, and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking. Pity de nation whose sages r dumb wid years and whose strong men r yet in the cradle. Pity de nation divided into fragments, each fragment deeming itself a nation.-KG
Friday, March 14, 2008
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