Xelam Kan

Lost Paradise - Poem by Xelam Kan

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 the gaze
and how often her charm was praised.
Her snowy hills and rosy land,
The never failing brooks and smiling springs,
the enchanting breeze and the lovely scene,
People called it heaven on the land.

But I tell you now.......
These were her charms and all are fled,
By divine writ her luxury cursed,
Those lovely bowers once her pride
Now lust and lies instead abide.

Rivers serene storm in anger,
Sky hills blooded and too danger
The land is trodden by armies' dark
Guns roar with a question mark.
Behold that mountain`s fairy
Her wide eyes full of quarries
Searching for her love and peace
But uncertain to get her ease.

Where dusk terrifies and hurting dawn
and the starry sky is wailing.
Sages are quiet and the young abstain
O never step into this fairyland
But pray to have our serenity again

Good Heaven!
What sorrow dooms that parting regime?
Why Nightmares reigns our lovely dreams?
and shattered 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 melancholic strains,
No beauty adorned their fairy eyes,
truth decays 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

this poem was composed when dark armies hit our sweet heaven in 2008.dedicated to those who loves nature and liberty.
help has been taken form the poem deserted village

Comments about Lost Paradise by Xelam Kan

  • Saadat Tahir (6/14/2013 3:03:00 AM)

    a heart felt rendering of the pain of swat
    the loss of a paradise that we witnessed as live events unfolded, burning torture bombings killings, you name it
    it was decades back when i fist went there and then many times...
    lovely balanced and spontaneous lines that depict the anguish amply

    i too penned a poem on swat.... in fact my second longest poem is dedicated to swat
    and a second one touches swat too

    will send you links....
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  • (2/9/2013 11:54:00 AM)

    aww its so full of emotion and a little of anger! gr8 write. (Report) Reply

  • Meena Mustafa (12/3/2012 7:42:00 PM)

    An excellent write with a lovely depiction. Keep penning :) (Report) Reply

  • The Reader (10/31/2012 9:29:00 AM)

    two humble suggestions:

    dwelling instead of dwell
    The never failing brooks and smiling springs,
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  • Jahan Zeb (10/27/2012 9:52:00 AM)

    You have wonderfully sketched Sawat. A place that will not let you go once you visit it. And the people are so nice and soft hearted.

    This is a serious question.
    To whom I blame,
    Soldiers of the god…..?
    Or soldiers of Land
    Let hail the shedding blood

    Your words are poetical and you know poetry. Gifted dear
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  • Yash Shinde (10/25/2012 7:42:00 AM)

    wonderful imagery well written great use of words loved it :) (Report) Reply

  • Fatma Ballaswud (10/22/2012 12:13:00 PM)

    I enjoyed reading your poem! It's a wonderful piece (Report) Reply

  • Hazel Durham (10/21/2012 3:23:00 PM)

    Great write, so beautifully written with wonderful imagery, inspired write! (Report) Reply

  • Asif Andalib (10/20/2012 5:16:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem written in old English (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 20, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 17, 2013

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