Elections-2013 - Poem by Shahzia Batool
Tall claims and vain boasts-
a nation sits in paper-boats
of false vows and fake oaths
Shoutings, howlings of big names,
TV anchors all aflame,
Foul exchange of angry blames
little Pond and huge whales,
swallowing rights on large scales,
leaving us to groan and wail
Those we've never seen before,
beg for votes from door-to-door,
on their knees, nay, all fours
taking risks there is no room-
who is making fool of whom?
Let us see whose fate will bloom
This alone, our dire need:
Save us from all fraud and greed-
Bless us, God, with honest lead!
Poet's Notes about The Poem
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Special thanks to Mr. Paul Fried - Lecturer at University of Wisconsin-River Falls, Greater Minneapolis-St. Paul Area, for his substantial guidance which refined this effort!
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Paul Fried has sent you a message.
Subject: RE: Elections in Pakistan poem!
I am most grateful that you invited me to read it- it is a wonderful poem and was a pleasure to read. If you find any of my suggestions useful, that is only a bonus to an already good experience of the poem.
I also like the fact that it's shaped a bit like a rhymed ghazal - but with three lines instead of couplets. Very nice.
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Carlostella Rosanna tutor at non specific
To: Shahzia Naqvi
Date: April 27,2013
your poem is a sign of strong social engagement, which I appreciate.
What you write is (unfortunately) very true: every country needs institutions and politicians, but the first don't work as they should and the second are affected by power aims and corruption.
In Italy, we say: 'Tutto il mondo è paese', which means -approximately translated- 'All over the world we live in the same village'. This is also shown by your poem. (Sadly) great!
Milan Area, Italy
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