Mahtab Bashir, Islamabad

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

RAINY DAYS

A pearl of rain
Touches me
Gives new color to life
Fills all souls in bounty
Cuckoo’s voice pulsing in the air
Causing climate to tremble
The flowers mingle with the breeze
And the voice of frolicking boys
Makes life more vibrant
Little gals rejoicing in pouring drops
With singing, swinging and dancing

Far from
The overwhelming pleasure
Under a shady tree
I am standing
In solitude
Sans any clamor
And nostalgia is
Melting my heart

Published in weekly MAG, Aug 06-12, 2005.

Muhammad Mahtab Bashir
ISLAMABAD.
mahtabbashir@gmail.com

Mahtab Bashir, Islamabad

Friday, March 14, 2008

RAINY DAYS

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