My friends say I have never written a poem on Pakistan!
I picked my pen several times to write a poem on her,
and to write a poem when I started looking at her,
tears came in my eyes and when I saw blood,
on her head, on her face, on her entire body,
what the sons are doing with their own old mother,
and many foolish children of her say,
it's all being done by our hating enemies!
It's United States, India and Israel,
who are financing the cruel extremists,
and providing arms to them.
All right, you may be right,
but who is greedy of money,
who is using these arms,
aren't Pakistanis?
Still when someone says to me,
leave Pakistan,
I say, 'No, still it's better for the old man's rest,
East or west, home is the best! '
A vivid and real picture you have painted in this poem so orderly and nicely. Thank you dear Akhtar sir for posting such an intensive poem.......10
I love this superb write that is full of love for your home country even with troubled times you find peace in the comfort of that it is home!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If one realises their own mistake then probably they will not blame others and point fingers, a thought provoking poem indeed. No one can hurt you without your own consent similarly no one can play with your sentiments unless to allow them to do so, when elephant moves many dogs bark at him but elephant keeps moving. You nailed with this poem whoever it be and wherever he may be the best place is his home.........Great poem Janab.10