Poet's Note
Dr. Abdus Salam (1926-1996) was born in Jhang, Pakistan. He became the *first Pakistani and first Muslim to win the Nobel Prize in Science* in 1979. With hope and resilience, he showed the world that greatness can rise from humble beginnings.
Bite Size Contest no 151
Theme*: Hope & Resilience
Chalkboard Dream
Abdus Salam dreamed on a chalkboard
Dust and cracked shoes reached the sky
Storms of doubt, no hand to guide
Still he earned Nobel pride
For Pakistan, for Muslim light
Hope and resilience never die
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JASMINE IN THE DARK
Like jasmine through the cracked walls, it grew,
Freedom bloomed at midnight, 1947, anew.
With blood of millions, martyrs paved the way,
With prayers of countless, buried stars that stay.
Hope was dancing on the soil of peace,
Through struggle and fire, it would never cease.
Green light rose on the map of the world,
A flag of faith and courage unfurled.
Red ink wrote it on history’s page,
With hearts of hope and a lion’s rage.
A child was born with Allah’s blessing light,
A home for Muslims, standing for what’s right.
To soldiers brave who gave their all,
To martyrs whose names we still recall.
Through trials, storms, and darkest night,
Pakistan stands — a symbol of light.
79 years on, our pride won’t fade,
This jasmine nation was born, and made.
LOOK THERE J D VANCE
INVITING IRAN TO DANCE
PLEASE GIVE THIS A CHANCE
I wanna go home
I wanna stay at the fanciest spots in Islamabad,
go to the mountain tops of Kashmir,
drive in the dusk of the busy roads in Karachi,
drink from the rivers of Hunza valley,
shop in the bustling markets of Multan,
cross the silk road and visit the grape fields of Jalalabad,
walk up and down the green hills of Jhelum,
run through the rice fields of Sindh.
I wanna go home.
We were once a long term very close friend,
Until someone else opinion finds way.
Like twilight, my sun and your moon did blend...
Then, it seems far away to meet you gay.
The prize none ever seek to win,
One eventually took to heart...
Broken hearts see no dreary sin,
To how distance grew us apart...
I could fly your flag without fear in mind
To what my household would think of my head,
But when each gets to hold on to her kind...
Then, each drop of our bleeding sweat turns red.
For days I did forget my dreams,
And have been praying; peace be still;
All our water flows BLOODY STREAMS...
But can't watch others die at will.
Those of reckon to put a stop at ease,
Are enjoying the fearless game for fun...
And when tears ain't enough to bring down tease,
We resolve to which way the game be won.
Armies are weary, lying dead,
But no one to treat them off hell.
Then, I lay head in mournful tread,
That the world; one day, shall be well.
When silence breaks with a siren's cry,
And ash clouds darken the morning sky,
Two nations rise with wrathful might,
Blind to peace, prepared to fight.
Where rivers flowed through fields so wide,
Now burn with rage on either side.
Flags once fluttered in monsoon air,
Now mark the graves of young laid bare.
The tanks roll in, the bombers fly,
The missiles arc across the sky.
Steel and fire tear the dawn apart,
Each strike a wound to the human heart.
And then the flash — a blinding white,
Day turns to dusk, and noon to night.
Mushroom clouds in dreadful bloom,
Cities fall in silent gloom.
No victors left, no songs to sing,
Only echoes of what war will bring:
Children charred, and mothers weep,
Fathers buried in endless sleep.
The air is poison, the soil is dead,
The living envy those who bled.
No border now, just common pain,
Shared by the ash and acid rain.
What was it for — this fatal pride,
That turned the world to suicide?
India, Pakistan — names now lost,
To power's game and mankind’s cost.
Oh leaders drunk on hate and fear,
Is this the glory you held dear?
Let this be written, carved in stone:
Peace is a seed, war reaps a tomb.
Borders are lines drawn in dust,
but the wails of war ride the wind—
no map can contain a scream.
War does not choose a side;
it is a fire that devours both hearth and forest.
One body may bleed,
but the other's soul turns to ash.
From far behind velvet curtains
and polished screens,
war looks like a chessboard—
moves, strategy, gain.
But at the front,
it is the breaking of mothers,
the hollowing of eyes,
the earth drinking youth
like a thirsty beast.
To desire war
is to kiss the mouth of a storm
and expect calm.
It is to strike a match
and pray for shade.
To crave war
is to summon violence,
and violence
has never cradled peace.
Violence is never the solution—
it is the echo of failure,
the shatter of reason,
the road that leads nowhere
but ruin.
She walked with dreams in her gentle eyes,
A future lit beneath morning skies.
But shadows crept where light should stay,
And stole her breath, her hopes, away.
Sawera’s name, now etched in pain,
A flower drowned beneath the rain.
Not by fate, not by some twist,
But by hands that evil kissed.
What justice lies in silence kept?
While mothers grieve, and sisters wept?
Where were the laws meant to protect,
When dignity met such neglect?
She wasn’t weak;she was betrayed,
By a world where monsters roam unafraid.
By voices that should rise, yet hide,
While another girl's light is pushed aside.
So hear us now, and hear us loud,
We will not bow, we will not crowd.
Justice isn’t just a prayer,
It’s action sparked from deep despair.
For Sawera, and girls like she,
We ask the world: let justice be.
Not just in words, not just in tears,
But in a world where they outgrow fears.
Raise your voice. Break the chain.
No more Saweras. No more pain.
In the summer heat of '47's cry,
A line was drawn beneath the sky.
Not ink, but blood, not words, but flame—
Two nations born, but none the same.
Fields once golden, shared with grace,
Now whispered names in a stranger’s place.
Neighbors turned to fleeing feet,
Homes abandoned, hearts incomplete.
The Ganga wept, the Indus roared,
As trains of silence onward soared.
One carried dreams, the other pain,
Each bound by history's heavy chain.
Mothers clutched their children tight,
As dusk replaced the promise of light.
The earth was split, but souls entwined,
By love, by loss, by ties maligned.
Yet even as the borders grew,
In every heart, an ember flew—
Of songs once sung in shared embrace,
Of temples, mosques, a common space.
Now time walks slow through wounds unhealed,
Through stories still too deep to yield.
But in the hush of evening's breath,
Hope blooms quietly out of death.
May memory teach what lines erase,
That peace begins with face to face.
Not walls, but bridges must we chart—
For no one owns a human heart.
Tears in my eyes, pain in my heart
The country my forefathers fought for
Lost in the pathetic battle of politics
Bloodshed keeps ascending, dirty politicians
Forgotten land, hopes, and dreams
grow thinner every day. The air tastes like poison
Sectarianism is a virus eating us alive
The feces of poverty, insecurity, and terrorism
O Pakistan, rise from the forgotten sands
The cords of religion are strangling us
Discrimination is a mountain of birds
Education is a right for all
The unnoticed goodbyes are too much
Burdens of the heart, faded warm embrace
Let the journey begin, a new step of reformation
Our struggles are been stacked like bricks
Chase the darkness away
One people, one Pakistan
Many good things have been done
A sea of ugly happenings, kill
Time to face the unknown, brave
Let write our take in ink and with fire
We are here, hope breathes like
A burning candle; better Pakistan
With Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi)
Poem Makers SL (17/04/24)
Pakistan is at the moment in a grip of a quagmire led by all the institutions that have been most shamefully compromised by greed of unlawful wealth and illegal control of it's rich resources.Imran Khan being an honest,brave and sincere Political leader seems to be the only hope left for helpless Pakistanis who can get them out of the current economic chaos and anarchy.Imran Khan has said that the country is passing through a decisive moment in its history and the victory in ongoing struggle against“corrupt mafia and status quo”would lead to the creation of‘Naya Pakistan’.“It is a decisive moment,the old status quo and mafias were resisting and trying to save themselves.But public supported my party and in the struggle for the rule of law,”Each new Alien Chief in Pakistan behave like a King,above every Law from last 70 years.His working team Members Top 10 Generals are like the Royal Family carry out Pakistan official engagements in and overseas. These engagements vary greatly,from visits to community initiatives,to welcoming visiting Heads of State, meeting guests at official Parties and presenting members of the public with their honours at Investiture ceremonies.
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
Media industry
Munafiq industry.
Name of Crime Under Section
1.Murder 302
2.Death by negligence,303/304/308/312/319/321/322
3.Attempt to Murder / Suicide,324/325
4.Thug / Exposure of Child / Concealment of Birth,327/328/329
5.Itlaf-i-udw/salahiyyat-i-udw,334/336
6.Causing hurt with/blunt/sharp weapon,337(A - N)
7.Isqat-i-hamal with consent/without consent/janin,338(A - C)
8.Wrongful restraint/confinement of person, 341/342/343/344/345/346/347/348
9.Criminal Assault / Violating Modesty of Women,352/358/354-A
10.Kidnapping & Abduction,363/364/365/365-A /366/367/369
11.Rape,375/376
12.Un-Natural Offence,377
13.Zina Sec 10 (i)(ii)(iii) Zina-Ord,79,279
14.Theft 379/382/401/411
15.Robbery/Dacoity,392/394/395/396
16.Criminal Assault / Violence,427/448/452/453/506
17.Cheating/Forgery/Fraud,406/409/417/420/430/477
18.Lurking House Tresspass,442-460
19.Wandering,55/109
20.Dishonestly recev.Stolen property,411/412/413/414
21.Arms Ord / 65 / SIA Act, 1991,13/20/65,7/21/91
22.Military Deserters 54 Cr. PC 17
23.Bogus / Bouncing of Cheque,489-F
24.Gambling,4-GO 5/7/78
25.Breach of peace,107/151 Cr.
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.
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