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Through this mound of darken earth
I see signs of civilizations birth
A shard of pottery a piece of bone
Once this place was for man a home
Nothing civilized ever last
All that was civilized will pass
You walk the tombs of ancient man
Gradually with each step you understand
The grander the wonder the majesty of it all
Yet where did it go? Why did it fall?
The songs the poets the music the dreams
The riches the science inventions then screams
Calamities, barbarians at the gate
Or simple contempt becomes your fate
Forver your technology ruled your day
Than suddenly it vanishes then you fade
Layers upon layers we unearth our creed
Modern and buoyant we shall forever be
In a blink of an eye within a flash
Our souls are unearth how they marvel at our past.
Overpowering shadows of yesterday's demons
those influenced by toxic beliefs casting lots uncaring
Bond within faith to uphold the written word correctly
Craftily weaving those caught into error of dogma
Not vigilant against danger in an unwary manner
sentimetalism under physical acts of deep awareness
Unguarded to highlight this gravest deceit shows faceless
Kneeling beneath modernising facts
identifying with dismantling holy literature
this opens a window into the modern world to come
Lifting oneself above God
a foretaste of the anti Christ
leaves an arid taste to souls silenced from speech
[The earliest known true mammal and hence man’s
earliest ancestor was a creature very similar in both
size and appearance to a modern day shrew]
*
The years since the rock hit are sixty-six million,
the dinosaurs died and the sky was vermillion.
Finally, out from the shadows, there came
rodent like creatures that look much the same
as many that still crawl the Earth to this day,
surviving that rock that had hurtled our way.
*
But fallout ensued and the skies filled with dust
and the journey from mice into men took a thrust
but these tiny steps to mix up nature’s law
began many millions of years before
When boulders from space hit primeval shores
And wee bitty things mixed with huge dinosaurs
*
They’d travelled in convoy, arriving in droves
Though most of the others were not wearing clothes
And though one had suffered a crash landing blip
It seemed they had given their chaser the slip
And as they slept, enveloped in ice
they might have imagined they’d wake in a trice
But Antarctic ice would see no diminution
And safe landed colleagues would face evolution
Who might have guessed what ‘mice’ could become
Or that the mice in the ice were not done?
God,s written word the bible
The Christian once believed
But today as I look at the modern church
I see it is deceived.
Many churches today have left the cross
Their faith is no longer there
For Satan has fed the flock a lie
And the pastor's don't seem to care.
Strange music and strange songs they sing
Without no Godly fear
And anything to do with sin
They just don't want to hear.
Yes this church today it has no fear
For the holy things of God
And the Altar there it is no more
It's name is Ichabod.
Where are the songs about the cross
And the blood of Jesus too
Many churches yes do not believe
But praise God there's some that do.
Come O rain come, throw your showers
On this part of earth and do not run
All the simple inhabitants of our villages, towns and cities
Are waiting for you with tears in their eyes
Come O rain come, throw your showers sublime
On fields, soil, animals, trees and birds flying
Even the trees and birds, animals and herds, Human and insects
All are gloomy and sad, with rankles on foreheads
With worries on their faces, as their hopes are getting buried
Without a shower to wipe their rolling tears from eyes
Come O rain come, throw your showers
On this part of earth and do not run
I know, why you are offended and not listening our prayer
But the animals and birds, our simple villagers, animal herds
Even fields drying up in excessive heat do not know
Why you are offended and not listening their prayers
Oh pardon them as they do not know
The misdeeds of those, who are spreading cities
And are cutting trees, forest and are eliminating fields
In the name of modern living
They go on spreading cities after cities
And industries after industries
These less blessed species of humans, do not want to know
The priceless value of mother earth
And the value of each drop of water and rain
Which comes due to green mountains and glaciers
Trees and plants, fields and ponds,
Lakes and rivers, they all are the
Darling children of the God of Rains.
To appease you O God of Rains
We are making our prayers with folded hands
You are and you were always our dearest
O God of Rains, on you we have offered our prayers
And have offered since ages our songs and lyrics
And even our heart and souls
Come O rain come, throw your showers
On this part of earth and do not run
The soil of earth and air also is boiling with heat
The birds and animals and all living creatures
Are waiting with their tired eyes on sky
To search a piece of clouds, which can extinguish their fire
With showers on their fields, plants and trees
Bless them O God of Rains, with your sublime drops of rains
Ravindra
Written on 24th June 09 originally in Hindi as a prayer Song
When draught like conditions were seen in a part of my state.
Translated in English with changes and some additions on 5th Dec.09
Incidentally God heard the prayer of someone and
From June end onwards God of Rains blessed us with good Rains.
Kanpur India 5th December 2009
From the third floor of six storey building
I'm by the piercing sound of wedding ring
After the evening crescent moon eyes me
Path begets paths on my walking lonely
The true hate teaches me how to love you
From the womb of dark cricket shows me doe
I'm to your bared footsteps with baby moon
Modern public light brings you to drone cone
My pains come as the newborn winter cold
Though your shadow touches where I'm untold
You know by heart but the silence unknown
On the smile of your mother light has gone
In the dark, I count the bright star for you
Rickshaw bell awakes the love to renew
Aimless I'm only staring at the steps
Stairway to heaven becomes dreamless gaps
Your eyes move like butterfly here to there
Marriage horse afraid of time fractions bar
Every garden gives birth rose for beauty
Sorry; I'm on my path love of gypsy
-December 01,2019 Chattogram
Modern cities have grown out of bounds,
devouring the vast expanses of virgin soil.
Living in a concrete jungle, our avant-garde creation,
an uprooted tree, I feel suffocated within,
and wish I could go back to where I used to be.
I remember the green hamlet of my youth,
the memory hangs like a framed picture on my mind.
I can still smell the fragrance of jasmine in the spring air,
enticing me as I chased the butterflies in verdant vale,
on the aromatic trail of the evaporating morning dew.
In the scorching summer when the first rains fell,
the parched soil exhaled the scent of the earth,
embracing me with the odorous arms of nature.
Preserved within me the scent still wafts, taking me
to my youth with the first shower of summer.
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March 23, 2021
Contest : Favorite Scent(s)
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
No Explanation! (I)
by Ahmad Faraz
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Please don't ask me how deeply it hurt!
Her sun shone so bright, even the shadows were burning!
No Explanation! (II)
by Ahmad Faraz
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Please don't ask me how it happened!
She didn't bind me, nor did I free myself.
Alone
by Ahmad Faraz
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Why are you sad that she goes on alone, Faraz?
After all, you said yourself that she was unique!
Separation
by Ahmad Faraz
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Faraz, if it were easy to be apart,
would Angels have to separate body from soul?
Time
by Ahmad Faraz
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
What if my face has more wrinkles than yours?
I am merely well-worn by Time!
Ahmad Faraz [1931-2008], born Syed Ahmad Shah, was a Pakistani poet generally considered to be one of the greatest modern Urdu poets. Faraz was a poet accessible to ordinary readers due to his “fine but simple style of writing.” Ethnically a Hindkowan, he studied Persian and Urdu at Edwards College, then at Peshawar University, where he became a lecturer after receiving his Masters. During his time in college, Faiz Ahmad Faiz and Ali Sardar Jafri impressed him and became influences on his own work. Faraz was born in Kohat, Pakistan to Syed Muhammad Shah Barq. In an interview he recalled how his father once bought clothes for him and his brother on Eid. He didn't like the clothes meant for him, preferring the ones given to his elder brother. This lead him to write his first couplet:
Laye hain sab ke liye kapre sale se (He brought clothes for everybody from the sale)
Laye hain hamare liye kambal jail se (For me he brought a blanket from jail)
Faraz was an outspoken critic of Pakistan’s military dictatorship, saying, “My conscience will not forgive me if I remain a silent spectator of the sad happenings around us. The least I can do is to let the dictatorship know where it stands in the eyes of the concerned citizens whose fundamental rights have been usurped. I ... refuse to associate myself in any way with the regime ..."
Keywords/Tags: Ahmad Faraz, Pakistani, Urdu, Persian, translation, couplets, love, sun, sad, unique, separation, angels, body, soul, mrburdu
ISIS is going through a crisis
Things haven't gone quite as planned
With all the youth that they recruit
There's one thing they don't understand
You see the kids are starting to miss their cell phones
Along with their snacks, their TV, and their games
They hate to drop the ball on the cause and all
But without modern technology, well that's just insane
Now ISIS you know is in crisis mode
As they quickly do all their shopping online
For the necessities that these spoiled Jihadi's need
So they can get back into the fight
Used to be money was no object
Now they are quickly going "Broke.com"
With all the cash they now spend they're having to send
To Google, eBay, and Amazon
Not to mention all the power and telephone towers
They've put up to keep the young fighters from leaving
As they sit in their tents texting their friends
While engrossed in their PlayStation 3's
Yes ISIS is now in full crisis
The enemy within, who would have thought
That it would be the modern day teenager
Guess it happens to the best of us all
His light shone brightly, like a beacon on a hill
shining forth for all the world to see.
Boldly did he proclaim the gospel, the good news
the very heart and soul of Christianity
Jesus, the Way, the Truth, the Life!
He was a man of conviction, a man of faith
a man of integrity. A man whose words
lit up a fire, a stirring, in the hearts of the masses.
Words from God, Words from the Bible
Words inspired by the Holy Spirit.
He came from humble beginnings
a farmer's son from North Carolina.
Yet God had His eye on him
no ordinary man would he be.
God had a plan for this young man's life
a plan that he could never even imagine.
God raised this man up to become a
preacher among preachers
a modern John the Baptist.
His crusades packed multiple coliseums
the world over, as the words would ring out...
"Repent and be saved! Believe the Bible!
Confess your sins! Ask Christ into your
heart, and He will save you!"
And they would come...
I was a young teenager in the early "70's
when I attended his crusade in Oakland, Ca.
with my family and my best friend.
I had already received Jesus, but my friend
the daughter of a Baptist minister, had not.
But she did that night. She heard the call.
Yes, the call went forth mightily from
that powerful preacher, ringing out,
strong and sure, with conviction.
Many people rose from their seats
and poured down the aisles.
My friend also went down, and I with her.
The choir sang, "Just As I Am".
There were tears, there were praises!
I will never forget that night.
For years, he continued to preach the
gospel message all over the world.
He counseled many generations of
US Presidents, he met with world leaders.
He was truly a man of God.
Today, he finally met his Lord and Savior,
Jesus Christ, face to face.
He had said in the past how much
he looked forward to this day.
And the only thing he wanted to hear
from His Lord was this...
"Well done, thou good and faithful
servant. Enter into the joy of the Lord."
Today, that mighty, yet humble servant
Billy Graham, heard just that.
Today, he is rejoicing with His Savior
in heaven! Praise the Lord!