Winston Churchill - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Thanks God! It was Sir Winston Churchill.
He could write to Field Martial Wavell,
being defeated by Axis Forces,
now there is no use of you,
better go India and smoke Hookah.
Great politicians, great generals!
Wavell bowed his head before an elected leader.
If I would be in place of Churchill,
attitude of Wavell might have been different,
he might have charged me of raping a camel,
in Qattara Depression,
and I had to pass so many years,
in political asylum,
with Stalin in Stalingrad!
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