Qaisar Bashir Lone
Join Hands And Be One - Poem by Qaisar Bashir Lone
In your own confused selves;
And you talk of freedom from fetters?
Never needs you think of your release
From intentionally cast nets
Until you burn down your diabolic forms
And like seeds of grain, rise up
From underneath the soil in the shape of flowers
To bring spring back to your garden.
You neither are yours nor belong to the one
Who has padlocked you and your everything;
And the dilemma, who we are, have crushed you down
Have spoiled your dreams, your progeny and what not.
So, do away your double-faced form!
Come and join hands and be one;
And only then can you sweep away
The weeds from your garden.
Flow like a brook
And water your desert garden;
And do not stray like beggars for food or anything
In your own beautiful home, that possesses everything!
Prosperity lies not in begging
Nor does it lie in nursing the roots of him
Who feeds himself on the blood of your sons;
But it lies in sickling his head off from his body.
He calls you the crown of his head?
Then, why does he maim you?
Why does he clip your arms (your sons)off?
Mind it, he only needs your crown, not you,
For it suits on him!
Therefore, come and join hands and be one;
And sweep away him
And the weeds that he has spread in your garden!
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Comments about Join Hands And Be One by Qaisar Bashir Lone
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
A Dream Within A Dream
Edgar Allan Poe