The Night After A Day Of Terror Poem by Akhtar Jawad

A nation where people are weak
is a weak nation.
How much strong armed forces it may have,
how many deadly weapons it may have,
it's a poor nation.
Health of people is reflected in its institutions.
Healthy people are not ruled they are led
by executive, judiciary and legislature.
Prophet Muhammad (pbuh)said,
we shall get rulers as we are.
Are we the healthy people?
Or we are the sick men of Asia,
just like Soviet Union!
Patriotic enough,
armed with sufficient weapons,
killing more than hundred people in a single suicidal attack.
Islam our slogan but only a slogan,
sadists in our extremism,
tyrant institutions is our fate.
Alas! We passed our time but
next to us is a generation with more difficulties.
I am hopeful the future of my next generations is bright.
The day that started with a solar eclipse,
was not the darkest day of our history,
many days the people saw so many such days,
a day before the valentine day,
there was a day of attacking terror,
killing more than hundred innocent men,
the night that came after a day of terror
was a night of ugly hate,
hate was dancing throughout the nation
but I was hopeful.
A charming lady with her father
I saw landing on the soil with smiles,
I know why she was smiling,
she was smiling as she won leadership for her next generations,
not only in the largest province of the nation
but in the whole nation,
like the daughter of east,
whose entire family was killed,
but his son arose like a full moon in the dark nights.
So looks the fate of another daughter of east.