My Asia Poem by Dr.jawaz Jaffri

My Asia!
You have the fever of 105,
That is why its intensity is roasting the world.

I am looking
The War adorns
Your forehead with galaxies,
The archaeologists see
Your hustling bustling cities
With ferocious looks,
And there creep into your streets foot-sounds
Of the grave-diggers.
The Harbingers of Peace
(After war)
For the tenders of your renovation
Are growling at one another.

I have to save your children
And your songs
From being trampled beneath the tanks.

My Asia!
I am an inhabitant of the era of War,
And embarrassed on being a human.
Though I am all alone
And empty-handed,
Yet I am an ambassador
Of Life
Beauty and Freedom.
I have come into the world to ward off
The War pounding at your threshold,
But I am continuously ashamed.