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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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Wales 980 BC, Sierra Leone, Congo,Niger, Peru, India, Pakistan, Russia, China & Philippines
Chapped scabbed skin, dirt encrusted, blue-pallid in the moonlight;
stars glow radiant light, wolf howl midnight.
Insects stir, skin scratch, tangled hair amass
naked ,as born, rise; the bore hole calls, days task.
Cracked like a seagulls eggs, the cave’s opening calls.
The gold-red-green copper metal's worth all,
child moles, mother moles, dwarfs small, crawl;
between the crevasse in the knocker's wall.
Three hand spans wide, a mere two foot tall;
oil burns in claywells, soot coats on dirty faces,
through rankness they squirm, hands on bone awls;
naked children, and women mine in these places
for raw metal to make the weapons of man.
In before dawn, baskets full, haul, out at dusk, no sun at all....
melt the metal, make, maul,
for the warriors, our defense, hunger gnaws, this makes no sense….
Grease fills the air beyond despair, stench fills each venous vein;
contorted forms, of those small, helpless, born, fills the shunt with continual pain.
From the dawn of time, this drama's had play,
one hundred and fifty eight million children; slaves today.
Women and children sacrificed so men can get paid.
*sorry topic deserves more than 16 lines
What does it mean, to be green,
Referring to color, not politics or emotions.
There's some tints or hues, between yellows and blues;
With a lot of room, in between, for so many types of green.
There are some greens that actually say green:
Blue-green, yellow-green, light or dark green.
Other greens are just as real, for example: veridian,
Verdigris, chartreuse, teal, mantis and harlequin.
We've also seen, place names in green:
Dartmouth green, India green, forest green
Pakistan green, Paris green, sea green,
Cal Poly green, Persian green, office green.
Plants are mostly green, so many plant colors follow:
Artichoke, asparagus, honeydew, and avocado,
Apple, fern, lime, mint, olive, shamrock, forest, pistachio...
Anyone ever heard of phthalo?
What does it mean, to be green?
I, personally, get a thrill, out of chlorophyll.
All these greenish strengths, are really wavelengths
Of reflected light. We define which green is right.
Form:
War at Kurukshetra (Bharat) was great,
Where human and divine face to face met;
Arjuna and Pandavas won the tough war,
Arrogant powers of Gauravas brunt bore;
Could this be compared to Goliath-David?
Where humility and faith in God got elated;
Though won and gained glories abundant,
David depended on divine triumphant;
Arjuna, in Kurkshetra war, knew his power,
Yet pleaded the power of God to empower;
God too heeded him and came to his help,
Does God leave the children just to self-help?
Though the war was fought long-long ago,
Implications of it make us many miles go;
When we’re wearied and need God’s favor,
He’s ready waiting to hold our hands ever;
Amidst sufferings and shadows of pain,
Decease and death and physical corruption;
Hands of God is ever extended over us,
His footprints guide and safely lead us;
Kurukshetra war or Israel-Palestine fight,
Buddhist uprising or Chinese conflict;
Abyssinia or Somalia or Yugoslavia,
Lebanese fights or wars of Pakistan-India;
Humans should control the surging ego,
Or fall will go before their pride does go;
Forgetting divine power if we proceed,
History will forever to involution recede…
22 July 2021
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.
https://youtu.be/xZ8tNY607nc
I've ventured far from Indiana, the home soil of my birth,
To many exotic and exciting places all about this earth.
I've seen majestic Mount Fuji from the Kanto Plain of Tokyo.
But I'd rather marvel at Pikes Peak right here in Colorado!
I've traveled the rugged Khyber Pass in ancient Pakistan,
And saw sumo wrestling and cherry blossoms in Japan.
The alabaster city of Casablanca I've visited in Morocco,
But I'd rather tour old ghost towns right here in Colorado!
Magnificent Mount Vesuvius I've seen across Naples Bay.
In Holland I've seen windmills and tulips in vast display.
I've seen the swallows returning to San Juan Capistrano.
'Tis more thrilling to see eagles soar the pristine skies of Colorado!
In Bermuda I've lolled upon the beaches of pink sand,
And have viewed the towering Alps of Switzerland.
Mayan ruins I've scampered over in Old Mexico,
But I'd rather explore the ruins of Mesa Verde in Colorado!
I've climbed the Tower of Pisa rewarded with a view divine,
And visited the quaint Principality of Liechtenstein.
Some folks strive for a lifetime seeking their El Dorado.
I've found mine right here in Colorful Colorado!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 4 Tracie's " Where in the World..." Contest - Dec 2011
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.
There is a kind of sindoor
that speaks of love…
and then there is another kind of sindoor
that burns like fire across the border.
Pahalgam…
the valleys remember that day.
In the month of April,
tourists walked with cameras, prayers, and laughter.
Families came searching for peace in Kashmir’s beauty.
But terror was waiting in silence.
Innocent people were stopped.
Asked their religion.
Asked their names.
And then bullets answered what humanity never should have questioned.
The earth shook with fear.
The air carried screams.
And every fallen innocent cried only one thing —
“Justice must be served.”
So India rose.
Not with fear.
Not with empty words.
But with fire in its spirit.
Operation Sindoor began,
and every missile carried one message across the sky —
“No more.”
Salute to the Army
that stands unbroken in danger.
Salute to the Air Force
that strikes like lightning in darkness.
Salute to the Navy
that guards the nation without sleep.
Three forces.
One flag.
One heartbeat.
And then came BrahMos —
faster than fear,
faster than escape,
flying like thunder at Mach 2.8.
Its message was clear:
Terrorists can no longer hide
in the corners of Pakistan.
No border will protect terror.
No darkness will hide hatred forever.
If terror hunts the innocent,
India will hunt terror.
This is not politics.
This is not anger without reason.
This is justice.
Justice for innocent tourists.
Justice for shattered families.
Justice for every life stolen by hatred.
Every tear from Pahalgam
returned now as fire in the sky.
Operation Sindoor —
not just a mission,
but a warning written in steel.
And remember this —
Operation Sindoor is still on.
India may stay patient…
but India never forgets.
And when the tricolor rises together,
even fear begins to tremble.
Run if you want.
Hide if you can.
But remember this —
The soldiers of India are awake.
Justice served.
Jai Hind.
There’s starvation in Africa,
In other parts there’s drought,
Putin’s still in the Ukraine
Throwing his weight about.
The Barista in this cafe
Is really annoyed with me.
I’ve ordered a black coffee,
Apparently that’s not PC.
Global temperatures rising,
Polar ice is melting down
America has a President
Behaving like a clown.
I can have coffee without milk
Or a thing called Americano
But by the look on his face
He’d much rather I just go.
Just across the road
A lad was killed with a knife,
A bloke got seven years
For battening his wife.
I’m the despair of a Barista
And others such of his ilk.
I asked a simple question.
What colour’s coffee without milk?
North Korea’s still being bolshie,
China’s threatening Taiwan.
Half the country’s under water,
Way over there in Pakistan.
In Hull I’m causing trouble
By not being sufficiently PC.
To ease an awkward situation
I ordered a pot of tea.
A school of whales beached in Florida
A few more species went extinct
And, here, honours being even,
They at last served me a drink.
Aliza Kashmala Kiran - I am Aliza Kashmala Kiran.Donot Miss my poems to read,to comment and to do kind fantastic real prayers for me and my all family members. Aliza Kashmala Kiran,She is the best social writer and English International Voluntary Poetess of Pakistan.MashAAllah.She works on too many serious issues which only protect dignity,pride,honour and self-respect of our beloved country pakistan.Always have patriotic approach.she wants to protect pakistan from danger & evil negative bad eyes.so Always Trust in Allah Almighty,Always do the right deeds.Never involve in such matters,whom you donot know what are the real benefits and drawbacks of that matters. Always have positive attitude about life stuffs .Even if you belong to needy poor helpless underdeveloped
country.Always show yourself a contented well off person.Never loose your dignity,pride,honour and self-respect for any one even for your rich friend or rich enemy or rich country. Stay Blessed.God Always help those who help themselves.so its better to die with dignity,pride and honour even your head is under atricous king weapon.one more thing never think gold or any pearl or diamond as wealth symbol.All the glitters is not gold.The 2 rupee which you get after hard work is too much precious than 80 Billion Dilloars which you get after too much acts against humanity and evil negative bad unhumanity tasks.you are best and best and remain best.even you are poor.Never change your identity for any one. God Bless you all.
Best Regards
Aliza Kashmala Kiran
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