Treasure Island

Muhammad Shanazar

(25-11-1960 / Pakistan)

A Poem For Atal Bihari Vajpayee


My Enemy!
Have you forsaken reading
The writes on the hems of petals
With the hands of dew?

Doesn’t the smile
On the flowery faces of your children
Knock at the door of your heart?

In my hatred,
Have you discarded Woman and Fragrance?
Have you learnt like me
To prefer Death to Life and Peace?

My Enemy!
We both are the weaponed passengers,
Of the same boat, floating
Into the ocean of boundless spaces.
Our interests are different
But catastrophe is the same;
Our follies are making the dreams infertile,
Of the generations,
Who will step into the world henceforth.

(Written by Jawaaz Jafri Translated by Muhammad Shanazar)

Submitted: Friday, July 30, 2010

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