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Zulfiqar Ali Bhatti Poem
We are ashamed, sir dear
We are ashamed.
Neither the earth glistened
In the ray of good time,
Nor we are still
In the way of good time.
Pen is serving, not right
But the mighty lord,
Kneeling bowing bending,
Instead of superseding sword.
Nations still quarrel
To prove them stronger.
Men are being slaughtered
For the sake o f honour.
Men are being burned,
Terror rules the world,
Birth, not the worth
Still fools the world.
War, the monster of iniquity
Has worn different masks.
Somewhere proving pride
Somewhere deadly tasks.
We couldn't bring the good time
The good time once you dreamt.
‘'Let us aid what we can''
We have forgotten what you meant.
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Zulfiqar Ali Bhatti Poem
When all the doors you pass are shut,
And all the roads you travel are blocked,
When the life seems to be dump and dull,
And the luck seems to be locked.
Leave not the rope of the hope,
Even if you so feeble feel,
Make your mind and call your courage,
It brings in the brain zest and zeal.
Have not you heard the spider's struggle,
That showed the path to Bruce the king,
Who thought and fought to gain his glory,
That made him finally the lord of the ring.
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Zulfiqar Ali Bhatti Poem
O, dear Indus,the witness of millenniums’
History, traditions and culture
You feed us with your sweet water
And in your lap you us nurture
You might be a mighty channel
Of flowing water for the world
On your course with water southward
Moving, marching, whirled
But of cousre for our nation
No doubt You are, but the life
which quenches our thirst, and
Grows for us grain in rife
You, dear Indus,like our mother
And of course our culture’s cradle
You feed us with all your love
With your sweet water by a ladle
You, in the length and breath
Of our dear motherland
Make our life so lofty,
And make our living grand
The originator of the culture
Of the ancient Indus Valley
Begin for us form Monserver
And keep on your untiring sally
Through mountains and forests
And over the vast plains
And stretch across the valley
Through your countless veins
That infuse life in us all
And teach us not to give up
Through your untiring efforts
We learn how to live up
You witness of valiant accounts
Of gallant sons and daughters
Tell us to continue and carry on
With your sally of waving waters
With your water pure you nourish
Not only our bodies but our souls
And make us strong, determined
To get whatever we set our goals
Yes you are, but our beingness
Land without you for us sear !
You are great and strong and,
For you we live, you for us, dear !
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Zulfiqar Ali Bhatti Poem
Chivalry is not to fight in the field,
To kill the crowd and not take shield.
Nor it is to defy the death,
And try to fight till the last breadth.
Fray the foe and stay with strength,
Keeping in the chaos line and length.
It is to subdue, the soul in the plight,
And always be by the side of the right.
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Zulfiqar Ali Bhatti Poem
You will see no more
Weapons in the world,
If my dream comes true
And the war is hurled.
Weapons kill
And weapons burn.
Weapons are terrible,
They always turn
Man into corpse.
Heaven into hell.
I have seen children
What should I tell?
In the lap of mothers,
With bleeding eyes.
Death over every one
Like a vulture flies.
Play your part,
Come and Awake!
Don't waste time.
Move and make
A weapon free world.
Without any plight
What the world would be
Without any fight.
Where peace prevails
Like a paradise
Come! come! Come!
Reach and rise.
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Zulfiqar Ali Bhatti Poem
All efforts we render
In love, not
To fight but surrender
Love is life people say
But from the valley
Of death passes its way
Strange is love's cruise
It is the only game
We eagerly want to lose
All the claims of love
Are false if it is
Not the all above
All the claims of love
Are false if you
Won't remove ego's glove
Love doesn't look nice
If you don't
Surrender and sacrifice
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No man on earth can deny and dare,
Duty to dust and fight to fair,
for tales tell us if there were a few,
Brought death over them in despair.
Make not a wall between the bread,
And those who die of hunger,
You won't find a hiding place,
If they make their mind and lunger.
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No matter how slow we begin to move,
But if the pace is paced, in the right direction,
Sooner or later we are due, to be rewarded
With what we wanted - our destination.
Our destination, may be, far, far away,
Inch by inch, bit by bit, but we move.
Must not withdraw without being afraid,
All the obstacles, surely, will nature remove.
In the course of our struggle we might be alone,
We may lose hope if we lose aiming at the goal.
Moving and marching, aiming and advancing,
Will make up our mind and strengthen our soul.
Out in the world, tales tell us, those who sleep
They neither reach anywhere, nor get anything.
And those who keep on moving, though tortoise,
Always win the race and victorious songs sing.
We must not afraid, of fortune or fate,
Keeping in our mind, it favoures the brave.
"Despair is dangerous", must be our motto,
Success goes to them, who keep on and crave.
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It is no doubt no matter for love,
To be bold and face, though frail, fray.
Of adversity, asperity, power and proud,
Love though lone, can never be a prey.
Chains and bounds of so-called norms,
Can easily be broken by love profound.
When love wants, dreams come true,
It has remained always unbound.
No tactics of tyrants, no plights of power,
Has ever subdued love unfettered.
Whoever wrangled to sully it or slay,
Love never is defeated, remained bettered.
No monarchy can mold love, neither tyranny,
Towards their side and find any favour.
Yes, but if one wants to win love with love,
Can subdue and surmount with no endivour.
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O land of love and peace!
The devils try to forcibly fleece
Your identity from the globe,
Knowing not your sons on probe
Will never let them do
And shed their blood for you!
Will send them to hell soon
And make you free of every goon.
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