Swat, Dwelling of the scented and angelic souls
A land, once was a country`s dear
now passing through turmoil years,
Where health and beauty cheered and craze
how often her charm was praised,
thy snowy hills and rosy land.
The never failing brooks and smiling springs,
the enchanting breeze and the lovely scene,
People call it heaven on the land.
But I tell you now.......
These were her charms and all are fled,
By divine writ thy luxury cursed,
Those lovely hours once her pride
Now lust and lies instead abide.
Rivers serene storm in anger,
Sky hills blooded and too danger
The land trodden by armies' dark
Guns roar with a question mark.
Ah look at that mountain`s fairy
Her eyes full of quarries
Searching for her love and peace
But uncertain and unsure.
Where dusk terrifies and hurting dawn
and the starry sky wailing and wane,
Sages are quiet and the young abstain
O never step into this fairyland
But pray to have our serenity again
What sorrows doom that parting regime?
Why Nightmares reign our lovely dreams?
and shatter the hearts serene.
To whom I blame,
Soldiers of the god…..?
Or soldiers of Land...?
Let's hail the shedding blood
of the poor innocent being,
they are suffering but never complain,
And sing a coral in melancholy strains,
No beauty adorns their fairy eyes,
truth decay and false arise.
O, tears from the depth of divine despair
Rise in the heart and turn into fears,
But my faith never disappears,
Have vision that dazzles my eyes
And behold a lost paradise.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
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