A Mother's Cuss Poem by Akhtar Jawad
A Mother's Cuss
The widow daughter of the ancient mother,
With pains in her heart and tears in her eyes,
Regrets to give birth to the fighting sons,
Raised white hair head towards the skies.
Your grandsons maltreated me always,
Bathing in blood for thousands of years,
Killing each other in your pious name,
Forced a painful life in thousand fears.
They made swords, guns and explosives,
They fought for women, for gold and land,
I was worried but I never told you,
You don't know how I managed to stand.
I never thought they will make weapons,
To turn their mother into coal and ashes,
Mother! Now interfere, do something,
I'll close my eyes this time on lashes!
Of-late I suppose you have taken up a subject that is very pertinent in modern world, earth is abused, misused and very few like you are worried about it, rest all are busy making money and other undue benefits out of it, Fantastic Poem, , , Janab...nothing less than a salute and big 10+++++
wah babajaan bhaut khubh..... mujhey mohabbat nhi hai watan sey.... yeh ibaadat hai meri..... tukdey tukdey bhi kar dogey to mitti hi banunga.............
An aptly and thoughtfully titled poem highlighting the plight of a bleeding humanity under constant attack from people raising lofty slogans but decimating their own brothers and sisters. Thanks for sharing such a thought provoking poem.
Earth is considered as mother and widow daughter gets pain here. Sons and grandsons are busy in making weapons and this may destroy civilizations here and we may close eyes seeing deaths in fear. This is very thought provoking poem. We need no war. We need peace. This poem is for awareness.10
A great and timely message..............................................
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 11:39:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice poem, wonderfully formed,10 I never thought they will make weapons, To turn their mother into coal and ashes, Mother! Now interfere, do something, I'll close my eyes this time on lashes!