Best Pakistan Poems
There are times
You see in the eyes of a child
An Angel
Our Alice in wonderland
Through the looking glass
Even General Zia yielded to her charm
In our dreams she is ageless like the winds caress
Look deep into her heavenly being
See the seraphs eyes that lays a kiss upon you
Both young and old
See the hand that holds the poor
Listen to the voice
That united nations
Listen to the heart of Nazia Hassam
A Message From An Atheist Of Pakistan
Angels are real, and ghosts are fake,
They live in heaven,they drink milkshakes,
We are dying and they are eating cake,
Enough is enough don't push us for god's sake,
We are peaceful but we also know how to break.
Written By Abad Ur Rehman Khan
My land is culturally richest,
Yes not as bloody as canvased!
Purely we follow the same lord,
At same time we offer, so faith is restored!
Knotted in holy month to fast, all together,
In my home, religious values still haven’t blur!
So we speak different languages but,
The followers of same prophet!
And we have the different skin color,
Nationally but we are alike, greener!
In my home, hospitality for which people dote,
Nobly I say religion we culturally denote!
And the love imparted in closely knitted families
So rich, but live only under father’s monopolies!
I make hackneyed proclamation of beauty of my home,
Anchoring the same ship, we stand under the same dome!
Prayer Poem Dedicated to Malala of Pakistan
Malala has dedicated her childhood to championing education for girls like her in Pakistan. As she lies in a hospital bed, a tragic victim of Taliban gunmen, let's help make her dream come true.
Pakistan's constitution says girls should be educated alongside boys, and the government has the resources to make it happen. But politicians have ignored that for years, influenced by extremist religious groups, and now, only 29% of girls attend secondary school. Study after study has shown the positive impact on personal and national income when girls are educated. Courtesy Avaaz
I have Twitted My Photo Poem on 17th Oct 2012 for Malala
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A Prayer to God (Khuda)
Let knowledge & education
Touch and shape the dreams
Of every girl child
Of Pakistan.
Let the flowers of real Happiness
As it blooms, on the charming face of Malala
Touch the smiles
Of every citizen of Pakistan.
Let the light of Khuda (God)
Flashes on the minds
Of all the citizens of Pakistan
Who want to see
A prosperous and Happy Pakistan.
Let education and knowledge
Bloom to spread their fragrance
For all the Girl childs
Of India and Pakistan.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 17th Oct 2012
Note: I pray to God to save the life of this precious girl Malala, who was trying to save the lives of hundreds and thousands of girl children of Pakistan from getting lost in the darkness of Illiteracy.
Ravindra
I want to see you back again,
When you were at the highest eminence of the world,
Flowing, blowing, glowing charms all around,
Accompanied by cherish moments of the world,
Where the depth is beyond the immense height,
And peace manifested all over the world,
The complete harmony, serenity, stillness and calmness of life,
Reside for few decades ago ere in the world,
Now you cornered by evil activist and troubles,
I be your soldier and defend you my world,
Protect, defend and shield you until,
Return Brio and spiritedness, for you my world,
And If I’d be asked to die where?
Replied, whom I care! That part of world,
Shahid, you made frustrated through last rhyme words,
The subject is mere Pakistan and all this is my world.
M. Shahid H. Chouhdry ©
In Pakistan, the Taliban,
Which flaunts an iron rule,
Thinks girls of every age belong
At home and not in school.
And females who defy their laws
Get targeted and shot,
To prove that force and power
Are the things they haven’t got.
But what they do possess, in spades,
Which keeps their spirits yearning,
Is a passion for equality
And appetite for learning.
It’s hard for me to comprehend
Why this is such a threat;
How education menaces
Is something I don’t get.
Yet bullies with their weapons
Love to ambush and attack,
Believing (falsely) that these tactics
Will hold females back.
So bravo to you fearless girls
Who’ve banded in alliance
And manage still to get to school –
So daunting in defiance.
The world is hoping, fingers crossed,
That from the seeds you’ve planted
You’ll be allowed the education
That we take for granted.
Pakistan is my beloved homeland country.
And i am too much honest,sincere, loyalists & trustworthy to my own country Pakistan.
I will devote the chain of my limitless love, affection & my all best skills to my beloved country Pakistan to give it outstanding progress.
If my beloved country Pakistan,if it is possible for me.
I will give you full protection from all kinds of danger and your enemies.
I will keep save you from autumn,
And there will always a happy season of spring through out the Pakistan for whole lifetime.inshAllah.
I am too much patriotic so i have shown too much patriotism to my beloved country Pakistan.
I will sacrifice my life to protect you,
I don't want to be more than that.
I will not sacrifice only my life to save you.I will sacrifice thousand lives to save my beloved country Pakistan.
Pakistan is my beloved homeland country.
And i am too much honest,sincere, loyalists & trustworthy to my own country Pakistan.
I will devote the chain of my limitless love, affection & my all best skills to my beloved country Pakistan to give it outstanding progress.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran.
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Indus River Dolphins are listed as, endangered
and are only found in the lower parts of Indus River, Pakistan
They are believed to have originated, in the ancient Tethys Sea
when it dried up, about 50 million years ago, an antient discovery
They are one of four, river dolphin species and sub-species
and they spend all their lives, in fresh water rivers
They use echolocation to navigate, hunt and communicate
as they’re functionally blind, and adapted to muddy waters
Numbers have declined, because of human encroachment
destroying their habitat, with all this human development
building dams and barrages, that degrades their migration
and other threats are, bycatch, poaching and pollution
Pride of the nations is he who considers
All peoples of the world as sisters and brothers;
Keeps always ready to help the poor and weak;
Illuminates their lives, regardless of Latin or Greek;
Sacrifices for them, and for their welfare stands;
Tries all his means to save them and holds their hands
And lets not the flood of tears occupy their land,
Nor lets it turn the habitations of their hopes into sand!!!
Dawn But darker.
It’s stronger – bitter parts
no wind blowing
no bird singing
Instead bullets shooting
alas shouting, screaming
terrifying wars
monstrous killings
bloodshed violence
shedding of tears
return of death
how many Pakistan
No places to hide
Houses burnt to ashes.
Bloodshed Bloodshed
commanded burn the house.
someone screaming
help help help
no more Pakistan (metaphor)
no change thousand years more.
no smile on face,
no ray of hope
no right or wrong
no identity who kills whom
one more round to go
few more left
your skin is black
your religion is bad
you are poor
you are rich
divide and rule
FOR A POUND ?
shoot and watch
blood flow
so many bereft
STOP STOP
The Brutal Game
how many Pakistan
sunset vigil on sand
stand alone, yet as one
fading light of life
still want bloodshed
how many Pakistan more
minute’s silence place
tears roll down on face
Deafening silence fills the air
no more war no more blood
no more Pakistan
lets pray our reunion made
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Pakistan word is used as metaphor only
The Condition of My Heart
by Munir Niazi
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
There's no need for anyone else to get excited:
The condition of my heart is not the condition of hers.
But were we to receive any sort of good news, Munir,
How spectacular compared to earth's mundane sunsets!
***
Mystery
by Munir Niazi
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
She was a mystery:
Her lips were parched ...
but her eyes were two unfathomable oceans.
***
I continued delaying ...
by Munir Niazi
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I continued delaying ...
the words I should speak
the promises I should keep
the one I should dial
despite her cruel denial
I continued delaying ...
the shoulder I must offer
the hand I must proffer
the untraveled lanes
we may not see again
I continued delaying ...
long strolls through the seasons
for my own selfish reasons
the remembrances of lovers
to erase thoughts of others
I continued delaying ...
to save someone dear
from eternities unclear
to make her aware
of our reality here
I continued delaying ...
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Jobs in Pakistan
Jobs are not less than April fool
In few hands it is the money game
Those who deserve just wait and wait
Value of degree is just day dream
Jobs in Pakistan are not less than gloom
Like cake without fruit and cream
Like empty box of chocolate gift
Like dinner party without meal
Like surprise gift of punch box
Like chicken roast without spices and salt
Where you go upstairs and stairs never ends
Jobs in Pakistan are not less than kick
Jobs play hide and seek with deserving people
They hold degrees and knock for jobs
But employment seats are reserved for those
Who bribes and have highly approached
No bother they have fake and false degrees
Chance always await for those
The chance for those who deserve
Always ignore in Pakistan.
Poetess S. Nadia Azam Shah Bukhari.
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johnsondon2 | September 17, 2010
GREEN GLASS OF SAND IN PAKISTAN
Green glass of sand in Pakistan
The atomic blast denied
Radioactive skeletons
Are buried where they fried
New Mexico has radioactive sand
war time atomic tests
Green sand is there quite unplanned
Just by the atom blest
Was it only 10,000 years ago
Since then the world expired
Brightness of a thousand suns, the blow
World reborn rebuilt rewired
Rama fought with mental might.......all the Alantean Officers dropped dead...
The enemy Generals die ............forgotten advanced visualization mind control...
Atlantean might, left in a night
Valixi crossed the sky
Vimana of Rama walked the skys
Valixi dived in quick
Metal thunderbolts & Rama dies
Indus valley, burnt the brick
Don Johnson
Valixi Atlantis (People of the Asvins, Atlantis Aeroplanes)Aeroplanes & Vimana Indian Rama
planes, which used mercury so say the repair manuals of that time. Read the ancient Indian
Mahabharata document if you doubt .
The great circle of reoccurence of life is bringing the Indian nation back to its former
glory.
Let me breathe fresh air
Let me fly like a bird
Let me flow like a river
Let me move like a wave
Let me bloom like a flower
Let me glow like a firefly
Freedom is what I want
Release Me..
If Slavery is not wrong nothing is wrong.
Abraham Lincoln.
As I look at the land where I was born
I search far and wide for years now gone
When every waking moment was ripe with hope
When to reach for the stars all you needed was a rope
Where the days were a flurry of scenes so sweet
Where the night was just that, a time to sleep
And the dreams were filled with happy thoughts
Coming true in haste and not always sought
I remember the height of my life would be
To just lie on the beach and then swim in the sea
The sheer excitement in my face when my father showed
The train tickets to the northern peaks all snowed
Oh the soothing calm of a walk in the lane
With no thoughts or qualms or worries or pain
And the wind so kind on the body caressed
Just a gentle reminder of a land so blessed
And then one day in a blink of an eye
What I thought was mine till the day that I die
Was consumed by a fire raging hot and bright
Like a blinding flash summoning a dark endless night
And in that fleeting moment, my whole world changed
Bringing grief and sadness and a nation so drained
Deforming the way of life that we knew so well
Quoting religion falsely to have their needs propelled
And with such brutal force did the tides turn
Not just villages and towns but whole cultures were burned
Crushing love and tolerance all values in psalms
Moulding a whole new way, a new version of Islam
Preaching hatred against all, no one left to escape
Forcing a veil on life, the real teachings were draped
Fearing only the truth which could alter their fate
Using might and terror against the challengers to their faith
I look away, holding back the tears in my eyes
Wondering how a land so rich and wise
Could lose it all in such haste, such a small space in time
Why the leaders let it happen, such a heinous crime
And it dawns on me the reality of things
That there is nothing more important than what education brings
As a nation we have failed to pay our debt
Having bred illiterate fools than a country more adept