Dr.jawaz Jaffri

The seed of war grows well,
On the farm of hatred;

I abhor wars,
Though my victory be certain;
...

Hiroshima!
The first post-destruction flower,
That blossomed in your soil,
Resting in my nostrils,
...

My dear world
That has been festooned by my forefathers
With the labour of generations,
...

We from inward
Have negated violence,
And acknowledged,
From the core of heart,
...

My Enemy!
Have you forsaken reading
That is written on the hems of petals
With the hands of dew?
...

I am from a tribe of warriors
That has been going through warfare
Since several centuries,
My farms grow head instead of crops,
...

The womb
Of the earth is bleeding,
Perhaps
The last day of life on this
...

The bargain of peace,
Does not award commission;
All favour death,
...

Give me
The wages of my hands,
So that I could dig the earth.
I have dug a canal of milk,
...

I before my death,
Have composed,
An elegy of the Earth,
Which (after war)
...

A dream chases me,
I always seed the forests
Of olive in the dream
...

They have slaughtered my golden day
In front of my eyes,

And my mournful voice was repressed,
In the drum beats of celebration.
...

O! Modern man
Of the new century,
Resting in my back bone,
Waiting anxiously,
...

Listen!
There grows a magic,
In the farms of my eyes,
...

Your long-ranged missiles,
Perforate
The chest of my days,
The injured sunlight has lost
...

From the womb of life,
Smoke is squirting up,
The tempest of war
Is about to extinguish
...

The wind,
Coming from the battlefield,
Pours into my ears,
The neighing of the horses.
...

Those who invented
For me the sullied terms,
Of the Third World
And the South Asia,
...

My enemy made an aggression
Demolishing village, towns and cities,
And at last came the wall of my city,
But he was empty handed in front.
...

My life
Took birth from the womb of death,
And my voice
Took birth out of silence,
Just like as war
...