Forgotten Unforgotten Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Forgotten Unforgotten
We don't remember those extra ordinary men
In fact we have forgotten those unforgotten
They lead us in the struggle of independence
And when we got it they were forgotten.
Some of them were killed by the extremists
Some were overthrown by the opportunists
Ceremony of changing guards at the tombs!
But is it enough for the great selfless activists?
The great men who were the men of principles,
The ideals they gave to their sincere disciples!
Ignored and forgotten by the selfish might
And law! It justified undemocratic cripples!
What a law is Law of Necessity, just a fun,
Love child of Miss Pen and Mr. Mighty Gun,
A justice who takes dictations becomes malice
A pen controlled by gun becomes a pun!
If any color we see if any aroma we feel still
It's coming from the tombs it's not from a drill
Hippocratic celebrations do not prove anything
You have forgotten them; your drill lacks the thrill!
An extraordinary intelligent examination of what is, sad to say, the prevalent attitudes in many countries.
A brilliant poem that bites on hypocrisy. Liked the fourth stanza. A powerful write for the men who sacrificed their lives for the country.10
A thought provoking piece of work! Appreciated the way you have abstracted the theme! Thanks dear sir for sharing...10
Very impressive poem about the differences between the hypocrites and truly great, a cruel social reality. Every line is a quotable line worth sharing.10++++++Perdita
Unfortunately those great men who shed their blood and got killed to protect our nation and safeguard our freedom are sadly and cruelly forgotten! We live in a world of ingratitude! A powerful write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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If any color we see if any aroma we feel still It's coming from the tombs..Great poem