I
DIDN’T FIT IN THE FRAME
It was your family photo, my
dear
That sought me to be very
near.
In fact, it was you who
insisted
Me to be in blue and red.
But what occurred exactly, I
don’t know
The lense of the camera
didn’t throw
Light on my candid face
So I couldn’t find my own
trace.
It looked as if I peeped
inside
Without taking anything in
my stride.
Very high was the wall on
your side
And I had a base, already
wide.
Although myriad things were
the same
Somehow, I didn’t fit in the
frame
Of your family photo
So I let everything go.
Ambiguous characters the
portrait had in your frame
That were lusty and did
focus only the name
A big difference there was
In preferences, values and
ideas.
HOW MANY
IRAQS?
It took me two years to build my home
Of five rooms, with no tower and no dome.
With all my resources and labour spent,
In due course, my back had got a little bent.
How difficult it seems, I simply thought
To erect a structure on a barren plot !
Construction isn’t so easy, as they say
“Rome wasn’t built in a single day”.
But destruction takes not
more than a minute
And the earth gets ugly, wounded, bit by bit.
This red substance Is pure human blood
Which flows tide after tide, like a Tsunami flood.
These millions who die, aren’t any rulers
Then why they are targetted by merciless killers?
And to bring down so called despotic rules,
Is it fair to destruct hospitals, homes and schools?
With thousands stuffed dead in each building,
The songs of victory, how can any one sing?
Such war is a fight, which looks so wild,
Between a professional wrestler and a feeble child.
It is the debris of humanity, Uncle, and its values
On which you stand, proudly buckling your shoes.
Just be brave and focus at your home,
It needs you more than to
roam
In places, thousands of miles away.
Let you, and let me, let us to god pray
Same beautiful, lets make our planet earth
As it was at the time of its birth..
THE
EXPANSIONIST COLUMBUS !
Khan Hasnain Aaqib
Is it the same land that
Columbus discovered?
Then Columbus is still
alive, I have heard.
And lo, to what limit has
grown his appetite !
That he fights with those,
who do not wish to fight.
Is it a crusade, or a
deadliest simple war,
To grab fuel for driving his
lusty car?
The appetite of Columbus
seems funded by mystery
This fact no one can forget,
not even history.
But Columbus must have a
mind of his own
Otherwise, how long does a
boat take to drown?
He has grown into an
expansionist
And his hopes are just fog
and mist.
He is deceiving, of course,
he is deceiving
His own people, thinking
himself a democratic king.
Can we imagine, the fire
that we lit,l
Won’t return a spark or a
flame out of it?
He thinks the fire he lit on
a remote land
In mountains, plains or
Syrian sand,
Would keep him out of the
whole fuss
His role, no one, nowhere
would discuss.
But it is the nature’s
simple doctrine
Every act wins a reward, a
feat or a sin.
So, my dear expansionist
Columbus, listen to me
If you can, with your own
eyes, see,
Do it in present, if you haven’t
got Alzhiemer
Future will turn you into
past, on is its timer.
[KHAN HASNAIN AAQIB]
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