I Am Alive Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I Am Alive

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They are human beings,
They have emotions,
They have sentiments,
They have passions,
They feel and they think,
What's wrong in it?
If they want a change!
If they desire,
A needful revolution!

They have been constrained,
To stand on a road,
Wherein all forks,
Have been blocked,
Behind them is a gun,
Before them is a sun,
Shining just on their heads!
But enlightening paths as well!

The rotten system,
The dirty politics,
The selfish politicians,
Corruption and violence,
Ignorance and illiteracy,
Communal riots,
Terror and extremism,
Unemployment and street crimes,
Rapes and robberies,
And above all,
The hungry poor men,
Discussing all time,
The conditions and situation,
Now ripe to burst,
For a change and revolution!


I didn't see my shadow,
I was alone,
How helpless I looked!
But truth is power,
Could I speak the truth?
I could not!
For nine months,
I regretted my past,
I condemned my present,
Too worried for my future,
It wasn't only me,
Everybody knew,
What's going on to happen.
In a cold night of December,
After a long bloodshed,
After a deadly war,
My heart was cut,
Into two pieces,
It could have been done,
Without bloodshed!

Afternoon is it,
Length of shadows,
Show a linear propagation,
Soon these shadows,
Will disappear,
But why don't you think,
That may be a deadly night,
Of a bloody revolution!

For the sake of men,
For the sake of women,
For the sake of children,
For the sake of nation,
Can't you get rid of ego,
For a while only!
And accept the fate,
And move to a side,
And avoid bloodshed!

Let them come forward,
Let them change the world,
If they succeed,
It will bring some good,
To you even, sir.
And if they fail,
The angry mobs,
Will sweep them out,
Like a dirty garbage.

I remind you, sir,
Waleed told to Quraish,
Let Muhammad (pbuh) continue,
If he succeeds,
Will be honor for Arabs,
And if he fails,
He will be no more,
But he was ignored,
And I know it well,
You will also ignore,
Feeble voice of time!

(This poem has an especial reference to the present political disturbances in Pakistan)

Monday, September 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: political utopia
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
When I feel I am becoming a source of trouble I go to my bed room and keep silence. I can do it because I am not a politician.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Neela Nath Das 15 September 2014

But you are very sensitive and good fellow.Loved reading this write too.

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Khalida Bano Ali 15 September 2014

What's the solution, can, t they go for a referendum and let the people decide. An impresive write.

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Savita Tyagi 15 September 2014

Excellent poem. Written with clear thought. Yes a fight against status quo some time it is lost and some time won. If people are behind revolutionaries they are bound to create a change that is good for people.

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Amitava Sur 17 September 2014

Akhtar vai - I loved this write, a thoughtful saying with an open mind. A lot of experiments have already been done. Now people have to come out leaving all prejudices and to unite for real liberty.... Thanks for sharing

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Ruma Chaudhuri 17 September 2014

Excellent poem. But I never read this type of poem by You. It is the true story in every every countries in this sub continent. I like this type of poems very much. Thanks for writing and sharing this.

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Sarmad Mirza 16 September 2014

Soo nice hats off to the poet

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 16 September 2014

Lusty politics what it called poly-tricks is every where you have nicely brought here thank you

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Valsa George 16 September 2014

When the system rots, sometimes a revolution is needed! It becomes inevitable! Insightful analysis of the disturbed political scenario! Powerful write!

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