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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 ..."
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The Holy Quran*
The Holy Quran, God’s final word, with messages from the past,
It brings the Torah, Bible, and Zabur's truths that last.
The Holy Quran, sent to Muhammad, a guide for all mankind,
A lesson in every verse, with wisdom intertwined.
The Quran is a gift from God, a source of good advice,
It has no doubt within its words, and helps our morals rise.
It’s a light for all believers, showing us the way,
And even for non-believers, it guides them every day.
The Quran lights up our hearts, a truth we must believe,
And on the Day of Judgment, it will help us and relieve.
It teaches us of kindness, love, and doing what is right,
Through its all Surahs, its wisdom shines so bright.
For good deeds, Heaven’s promised; for bad, there’s a warning clear,
God forgives those who try, and those who live in fear.
The Prophet taught us well: memorize, and recite,
The Surahs in our prayers, they bring us peace and light.
Those who learn the Quran, or teach it to someone,
Are the best among us all, for the good they have done.
No matter where they live, be it North, South East or West,
Reciting the Quran brings Allah’s blessings and rest.
With attention and devotion, recite with zeal and zest,
For Allah rewards those efforts with blessings manifest.
Read slowly, with respect, no need to rush or worry,
The Quran’s blessings will take away our stress and hurry.
Those who learn it by heart, their parents will be proud,
On Judgment Day, they’ll shine, standing tall and loud.
And those who recite it well will find a place in Heaven,
Their family will join them, in numbers more than seven.
Allah’s words are powerful, His speech is truly great,
For every word we read, ten rewards await.
Revealed to Prophet Muhammad, through angel Gabriel’s grace,
Protected by Allah Himself, through all time and place.
The Holy Quran, a guiding light, a beacon for our life,
To learn, to act upon its words should be our constant strife. _*(written by: Syed Shah Hussein
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Once I was thinking of building a shopping plaza, just along the Gaza strip
But those Israeli's being what they are I thought my sales could take a dip
So, I thought I'd build a set of tunnels, starting from just beneath my feet
The guy from Hamas came and thought my tunnel plans looked quite neat
I employed a load of freeloading Egyptian labourers I got 'em on the cheap
I paid ‘em with unwanted skull caps and a load of knocked off kosher meat
We built a cafe' serving up falafel and played loud music to cover up the din
And, it must have worked as the locals never seemed to have heard a thing
Took us over 3 months to reach the darn Israelis wall of concrete and steel
Damn; if they were not waiting for us, shouting, are you lot for flippin’ real
They sent all of us back to Gaza; with a rocket launcher up everyone's ass
Shouting; you ain't getting in here sunshine’s, not without a flaming’ pass
The Egyptians were not very happy, but hey that's not so unusual for them
Thinking of employing us to build another tunnel, well, you can think again
We then all arrived back at the Syed café; just to find, it had shut up sharp
Apparently; there had been a 100% sale on down at the bazaar super mart
The Egyptians; looking a ghostly white from months of working in the dust
Suddenly disappeared; they had all absconded outta here, on the local bus
Sitting on a dusty chair down at the Syed cafe; I watched as Gaza did burn
While totting up the jukebox to the sounds of, The House of the Rising Sun
O' a Palestinians’ lot, is not a happy lot, of this, you can be more than sure
Just ask anyone from Farah to Beit Hanoun, they all know the bloody score
The guy from Hamas reappeared, saying those tunnel plans looked quite neat
Have a thousand unwanted skull caps, and a load of knocked off kosher meat
Well, the Palestinians’ lot, is not a happy lot, but in the end we will not be beat
So I opened a local vendor stall, just a stone's throw at the bottom of my street
Selling a thousand unwanted skull caps and a load of knocked off kosher meat
Lulling the days when a guy from Hamas thought my tunnel plans looked neat
Raqs Zangeer Pehen Kar Bhi Kiya Jata Hay.
“I love you. I can’t live without you. I am sorry.”
She is bleeding from her nose.
She frowns at him and run outside.
He follows her, “Please stop, don’t worry. Don’t leave me.
It is a mistake. You hurt my pride.
You question me and my love for you.
By not listening to what I asked for and not following through.”
He bawls, “I don’t mean to hurt you. I am trying to control.
I am your husband and it is my role,
To keep you in-line and in-check.
To stop you from becoming the crazy chick.”
She opens the door.
Looks at herself in the mirror, hanging in the corridor.
Her nose is bleeding. Her face is red.
“How can I go in the public, after my nose bleed?”
Her hesitant feet, shaky hands and embarrassed face.
He sees that and knows that he has win this race.
“No one will trust you.” He says to her.
“No one will understand that why you kept on living with me.
I am a respectable and honorable man.
If you think you can destroy me by leaving, outside is your van.”
He orders, “You can take your filthy, incompetent self out of my home.
My kids are staying with me. You can’t take them out of their room.”
She freezes, closing the door behind her.
Her head down, face wet and her eyes blurry.
And when she speaks it is as if everything is rosy.
She says, “I love you and, I know that you’re sorry.”
That was yesterday.
Sitting next to him in the car with kids in the back.
Everyone looks happy, everyone is gay.
She glances at his olive face and whispers to her heart.
“I am so glad that my family is intact.
Not to break them apart is so smart.”
He kiss her on her branded cheek.
When he gets out of the car.
Opening the car door for her he proclaims.
“You are my princess, my heartbeat. You are my better half.”
And
What happened yesterday? Just flushes out of her memory and heart.
And it ends up in the gutter.
Saadia Syed
After so many countries, now in Syria,
Increasing is the western bacteria,
The bacteria of hypocrisy and lies,
Which is in a dangerous disguise,
Under the banner of help and peace,
They seems like a white fleece,
They do things very secretly,
Pursuing interests very actively,
What they want is just conflicts?
In the entire world's districts,
They like when people kill each other,
Its how indirectly they do smother,
Try to understand that what is a war?
Because it opens up the profits door,
For the imperialists and dictators,
And of course their very own creators,
When imperialists start a war,
They make sure that its paid for,
So they pose to help by selling arms,
As if they are selling them charms,
In return of arms they make money,
So much that its not even funny,
On the other hand people also die,
In the region where they don't comply,
They want the entire world to obey,
Their orders and want them to say okay!
As long as one stays this way,
A nice attitude they will display,
But for instance if one says "NO" to them,
At first they get angry and hem,
And then come bans and sanctions,
Penalties all kinds of aggressions,
And still if they are not successful,
They wage a war to make stressful,
So that's what they did in Syria,
It was their anger and hysteria,
Because they couldn't do anything,
And through a war they wanted to sting,
But they forgot that who they are facing,
And what kind of a enemy they are racing?
They already are, their army, replacing,
And because of defeats they are reducing,
The Takfiri terrorists they brought in,
Are ruthless and not even human,
They are ripping chests of people,
And eating their hearts like animal,
So west and its cruel tactics,
Has nothing to do with the ethics,
So once and for all everyone,
Let's finish savagery which has begun.
All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
Little mud with thatched hut
Many were in this hut from my forefathers
All are passed away
I saw there was an old banyan tree on the corner of home yard
A tamarind tree was there on the east side of pond
Was there afraid of ghost at moonless night
Was there dome of straws on the entrance side of the yard
Cocks, hens, ducks, cows, goats full of domestic animals were
Were there paddy granary, fishes in pond
Were there Syed Masjid and Kali Temple in my village
Abbas Maulabi and Dev Prasad Brahmin taught religion there
But now no hut there is without concrete building;
Picture of Socrates, Plato, Aristotle
Picture of Einstein, Hawking, Sri Tagore, Whitman
Tomb picture of Ghazali, Shams Tabrizi, Rumi, Lalon Shaiji
Saintly picture of Mother Teresa telling me consciously-
'No one is permanent o dear child! '
Now, I find all these are in this painting scenery of artist
and in the true poetic expressions
As memory rider an artist and poet can awake the gone past
Ephemeral all are on this earth inn
Though slight glittering happiness in the artist canvas
and poetic imagery words;
After a while these all will be disappeared
I, s/he and you are not eternal
Eternity is not the property of the creations
Happiness and sorrow, life and death, time and tide...
Healthy and wealthy, sickness and poverty....
Disasters and epidemic either natural or artificial
Frolicsome and lock down city
nothing is permanent
Universal truth that-
Eternity is not applicable to my thinking
where time is always changeable link
and unseen separation being
This dark night will go far after some hours
The sun must shine the world offering nature
09.04.2020 (Chattogram City)
Defenders Endangered
Citizens unite spirits; choose the better part!
Life, God given, stolen by greed’s black-heart.
Industry progressed far beyond the pushcart.
Thus, setting some selves apart as better…smart.
The endangered protecting the endangered –
Compassion fettered by solutions gartered
The courageous, methodically hindered,
Lacquered lives, wildlife “murdered”, man endangered.
Watch helplessly, complaining; or take action!
Bail out nature ravaged; write a new caption.
“Defenders of Wildlife go for Gold Bullion.”
Shield dying manatees, turtles, and sturgeon.
Animals flailing, ruling leaders failing,
Minds disarrayed, inside folks are crying.
Did we get to this place wanting and buying?
Priorities, pocketbooks…are folks lying?
Take it to court to find solutions in short.
Killing is no game…business…or sport.
Drilling in the gulf BP must abort.
Then pay to all people for life they did thwart.
Struggles in nature hurt in various ways.
The chow chain is altered…less food at buffets.
The airways go stinking as wildlife decays.
Meanwhile the culprits squander words on sashays.
What will it take to make clean up occur?
Will a boycott of products stop endless banter?
Cook by the campfire; let adventure flicker.
Keep sights on God; infrastructure may fracture.
Lust not for things, but make God man’s desire.
Cut back on comforts; let creativity inspire.
Love one another; make family your empire.
Or face the last days and the cleansing with fire.
© Dane Smith-Johnsen
May 29, 2010
Poetic Form: Rhyme (A series of four line monorhymes.)
Landon Carter- The Walk To Remember by Nicholas Sparks
I sit right in front of her and watch her lovely smile,
Can’t stand to let her go out of my sight, even for a while..
I was a different person back when we both were apart,
But changed to a better person ever since she entered my lonely heart.
At the start I didn’t realize; this wasn’t love at first sight,
But gradually developed feelings, she was my Ms.Right.
Then the days followed were magical to me until she said that she is to die.
And ran away, left me there all by myself, to cry.
Well, I didn’t let her go, was determined to help her through
Her biggest struggle, by making all her dreams come true.
We had a secret wish in common which contained an important decision of life.
I expressed to her, I’d be the happiest man alive if she accepted to be my wife.
This summer we were the happiest couple, she filled me with lifelong love and care,
So that I could get along with the priceless memories when physically she’d no longer be there.
Though had kept her close to my heart and made sure to harm her no one would dare,
When you know, so hard it is to control your emotions that your love has not much time left in this world to spare.
Now I sit beside her, her last moments, praying and trying to keep her from strain.
Held her hand and expressed my love until no longer she felt the pain…
Four long years pass by with pace ever since, I know every day she watches me from above,
And all I do when I miss her is close my eyes and feel her love.
-Sadaf Syed
I am a mage in a rage with extreme power
I escape from this cage looking to devour!
Determined to be victorious
Poetry Soup has labeled me notorious!
Not commenting on my work just to discourage me?
I overcome any and all adversity!
I even manage my paranoia and hallucinations;
But I continue to persevere;
Despite the demonic voices in my ear.
I am fueled by huge doses of testosterone!
So why am I to be scrutinize for my raging hormones?
Don't blame me because you're sexually frustrated and all alone.
Maybe you would like a naked picture of me on your Iphone?
Who cares if you find me disgusting and immature.
You're just unhappy and insecure.
I can't stand a hypocrite and a snake;
I wish you had a horrendous toothache,
And it would cause you unbearable pain!
I could make you beg me for a shot of novocaine!
After your misery is over and you recover,
You may get lucky and I'll take you as a lover!
I may need a shot of Kentucky whiskey,
For it to hit the spot and find you remotely sexy!
You may think all this is serious,
But I'm just being humorous;
Because PoetrySoup has labeled me notorious!!!
*Note wrote strictly for "Syed Amaan Ahmad's" contest "Free-style" You wanted creative ,
unique, good stuff to read;)
She was walking on the footpath uneven,
The tiles, at places, jagged and broken
Making the pedestrians walk with care
Stuffed in her head a question not fair.
Meandering not to knock a sleeping beggar
With a battered bowl, a skeleton road keeper,
Was he dead or alive? she could not guess,
And she? Being alive meant not feeling helpless.
Her husband, pot-bellied, balding bully, a bull
Bulling like a bullfrog walking ahead in blue
Halting, looking back to measure the gap,
The gap would never close in to good shape.
She thought of their congenial intimacy
Seven years back, love affair, pregnancy.
They entered a shop to buy the grocery.
She saw a kid’s picture on a pad of nappy.
Death of their son, mockery of her love,
The unfaithfulness of her idiotic cove.
The shopkeeper’s son was on the phone:
“Is there any point to carry it further on?”
“I will be going to USA for three years at least
Want to be free and have fun, can’t commit.”
Her heart went on the other side of the phone
Her inner voice spoke to her in different tone.
Outside the moon shimmered on a clear summer
Her eyes shone with a clear determined glimmer
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Honorable Mention
For the contest : Free style - Syed Amaan Ahmad