Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari

Rookie (Nov 19,1978 / Pakistan)

To My Motherland - Poem by Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari

Sun was in the east
Still light couldn’t touch my mother’s eyes
I was continuously blaming myself
As I thought
I was the reason for this darkness
Hey mom
Please wake up
Who’s here?
Its moonlight
Wants to say something
Please ask her to take me to moon
You promised mom
When she would be here
You will request her
To take me to moon
Moonlight can take me very easily
Why is she denying me?
She shouldn’t
Please beg her for me
Why you still sleeping
Please wake up…

The night you took me to
A nearest meadow
We sat for hours on a wooden bench
It was broken though
Still we were so comfortable
It was full moon right above our little heads
The sky was full of twinkling starts
That night we both went up the sky
And took some rest
On the soil of gorgeous moon
I was so in heaven
Your velvety lap
Was a soothing balm
For my troubled head
O’ my sweet mom
I can never forget that glorious night

Today you are not with me
I am all alone in this land of lunatics
They call me abnormal and weird
Am I so?
I wet my pillow with useless tears
Every night
When I wake up after restless sleep
I again have tears all over my mind
And I am always nervous for the future of your soil
When I gaze at each new sun-set
Every dying day
What will happen?
This fear would not let me live
I want to ask you something
Please do it for me
I know you will
Please ask this moonlight to take me to moon
I can’t stand this fear
I can’t stand this humiliation
I just can’t…

Hey son,
I think you should not leave our soil
Can’t you see me
Walking beside you
Holding an umbrella in my right hand
And saving you from scorching sunlight
Can’t you feel my divine touch
Whenever you bow your head
In prostration to God
Can’t you hear me orating for you
Whenever you get dumb from humiliation
Don’t be afraid
It would get better
You just need to keep shouting
Your patriotic heart
In every person’s deaf ear
Actually they are not deaf
They just pretend to be
This soil is worth
Millions of litres of pure blood
You have to bleed too
Don’t fear my child
You got to live here
I know your present is tormenting
Each moment is full of agony
But son
You must suffer
And you must bleed
To make this soil fertile for everyone
I know
It would never be easy
But you are my son
And you are not alone
Billions more would speak your heart
Just don’t give up
And please don’t leave me
I assure you
I’ll be with you always…

Sep 05,2008

Comments about To My Motherland by Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari

  • Shaukat Ali (12/8/2008 10:58:00 AM)

    Kamran one day u will be a great poet. Keep writing such beautifull poems. (Report)Reply

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  • Philippa Lane (10/16/2008 1:16:00 AM)

    This is a very moving poem. The last stanza was particularly powerful. I wish you good times in your poetic ventures. You expressed your feelings well, and it made a poem well worth reading again. (Report)Reply

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  • Colin Jeffery (10/15/2008 2:06:00 AM)

    A very good poem by a good poet (Report)Reply

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  • Sandra Fowler (10/13/2008 10:05:00 PM)

    An eloquent tribute. Applause for your beautiful motherland. And strength for your
    own poetic journey, my friend.

    Kindest regards,


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  • Abhishek Sharan (10/10/2008 11:56:00 PM)

    bye the way, I'm too small to comment on your poems...but its good. (Report)Reply

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  • Suzan Gumush (10/10/2008 2:14:00 PM)

    The paths you walk leads you into a learning zone. The only learning zone you need is to find yourself. Excellent verse. Give you 10! ...Best wishes Suzan Gumush (Report)Reply

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  • Sulaiman Mohd YusofSulaiman Mohd Yusof (10/10/2008 12:16:00 PM)

    Struggle is part of life.We have to struggle in order to survive.At home, school, work place or leisure, we will face some kind of oppression.Take it as a challenge and be mindful that they 're part of living.The toughest seems to go through but not without hindrance.My brother Kamran, you're the son of the soils that you stand.Honor them and don't even think to leave! Pakistan Zinderbad! ! ! ! ! (Report)Reply

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  • Reshma Ramesh (10/10/2008 12:06:00 PM)

    its very nice but too long for me..........well done (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 10, 2008

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