The Betrayal Poem by Ahmad Husain
The Betrayal
The hunger of wealth, jewels and fame
Led me to betray my motherland
Never did I think of its obligations upon me
Although my fate had the revenge in its hand.
I thought I had succeeded all the way
I got the life I was waiting for
The dreams of being filthy rich
Or the wishes I once used to adore.
A few days of gain was everything for me
A life like a king knew no bound
Few days looked like years of comfort
But what was in my fate was now too late to be found.
In the midst of this all that I can recall
There came a time that I can't forget at all
A turning point in the route of my life
A U-turn that led me to a gigantic fall.
The treachery of mine gave its yield
And the awaiting disaster struck me hard
I was hurled away like a broken old toy
Everything was snatched and I was destroyed.
I was back to my own, worse than my past
I got completely ruined and was aghast
Nothing did I have to satisfy my gut
I had began to starve until it did last.
Within the darkness finally came a ray of light
From the mid of the sea came a shore in sight
I was back to the soil I did betray
But that very soil breathed me my life.
Broken was I with the shame in my heart
Lamenting myself all night all day
For betraying a soil that was everything to me
I wanted to state but had nothing to say.
But still the land like a mother it was,
Gave my life back like a child long lost
The clear blue sky was the shade I had
The fragrant soil was the mat I got.
I regret it now when the time has passed
That I couldn't get it, I couldn't understand
That this divine beauty, the sacred soil
Was nothing much in sight but truly my motherland.
But still the land like a mother it was, Gave my life back like a child long lost The clear blue sky was the shade I had The fragrant soil was the mat I got. u young man r a beautiful poet GOD BLESS READ MY POEM MOMS SMILES AND READ MORE YOU R A POETIC SEED GOD WILL BLESS INDEED
I regret it now when the time has passed That I couldn't get it, I couldn't understand That this divine beauty, the sacred soil Was nothing much in sight but truly my motherland. - - - - -lovely words and beautiful thought.
I regret it now when the time has passed That I couldn't get it, I couldn't understand That this divine beauty, the sacred soil Was nothing much in sight but truly my motherland. - - - - -lovely words and beautiful thought.
This poem conveys a special message for people of Pakistan and India. Such people simply think of money, and they brain drain to a land unknown to them. If all the highly-qualified people from Pakistan and India start brain-draining, then what will become of Pakistan's and India's future? After all, it was Pakistan or India who made those people learn how to read and write. Those highly qualified people are standing in their majestic positions just because of their motherland, not the land where they are seeking for money, money, and money. A beautiful poem indeed. Do read my new poem ''Sympathy'' and do leave your comments :)
A lovely poem well penned with insight to capture the conviction of the poet. Rather we remain patriotic than commit crime against our motherland. It a nice piece with powerful message. Thanks for sharing and keep it up. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 3:53:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Betraying motherland is really matter of sad. Thought provoking poem shared.