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A Recipe For Peace

Peace is though difficult 
Yet not impossible to uphold,
All the kings of the states 
Must remain self-concerned,
Without poking noses 
Into the affairs of others,
Curbing cupidity 
To expand the territories,
Subjugate the nations of the world,
Enforce the so-called personal visions,
And put the humanity 
Into new-fangled trials.

All the weapons 
Latest, conventional or primitive,
Precious or utterly worthless, 
Nuclear or less potential 
Made of common explosives, 
Be spoiled, 
Be thrown into the deep waters
Of the unexplored seas, 
Wherefrom no devilish character
Could ransack them back.

When some is killed
Neither Hindu, nor Muslim,
Neither Christian nor Jew is killed,
But a man: a child of Adam and Eve,
The same red substance 
Pours out of his injured ragged body,
And it pains me.
All the weapon producing units,
And the blood spattering gadgets:   
The tanks and cannons, 
Mortars or machines guns,
The armadas 
With the squadrons of fighter-jets, 
Submarines that navigate 
Secretly chase the nautical targets,
Catapults and all the missiles launching frames,
Be thrown into furnaces 
To be remodelled and redesigned
Into of the earth moving machinery, 
Instead of the appliances 
Colouring the Earth red.

All the medals or symbols 
Of chivalry be taken back,
Combatants and men 
With the crowned shoulders,
And medalled chests,
Who often move in the battle-fields 
Puffed with the martial pride,
Imparting, rendering 
No service to humanity 
Be employed to plough the lands, 
Plant the gardens,
Make the dams and reservoirs of water,
Feed the cattle and get them milked on time, 
Engaged them 
To perform some rewarding assignments.

Upon the earth,
There must not be a single 
Blood-claiming weapon; 
If men are incensed 
And fight is unavoidable,
They must fight with knives and rapiers, 
Swords and shields made of gossamer,
All the time heeding 
Lest they should break;
And all inhabitants of the world 
At least once a day must trim their nails,
Lest when they are indignant 
And resentful should scratch 
The skin of fellow beings or their own.

Copyright © Muhammad Shanazar | Year Posted 2008

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A Gang Rape

Beside the busy highway,
In the bushes there lay supine’
A despoiled corpse of a splendid damsel,
Scratched, bruised and all nailed,
Her cheeks bore   the prints of teeth,
And marble-white neck blue scars,
Her silky white dress was spotted,
With the dots of blood,
Her delicate white soft shoeless feet,
Were still unharmed,
Her hair was disheveled, added to her grace,
Her eyes half opened, 
As they were looking afar high beyond the sky,
To her dwelling place,
The wronged lips still bore an elegant smile,
If saying, "O! Dwellers of the world be happy evermore,
I depart to my own celestial place,
Where no one will desecrate my sanctity."
Then from the contents of her handbag,
 Some one found out a stained document,
And with blood was inscribed,
"I am Miss Honesty, raped in the dark,
By the custodians of law."

Copyright © Muhammad Shanazar | Year Posted 2008

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O! America Reverse

My opinions are changed, 
My heart lacks fervour, 
For you lunched the war, 
To liberate who are already free,
To enrich who are already rich, 
To make the fierce, more ferocious.

When will the time intrude you,
Make you see the brilliant aspect of the affair,
And humanity will sing the song of peace?
When will you peep into your inner-self 
To see the reflected image of you own?
When will you obey the divine commands
And make out them that God forbids pollution
Smog and fumes of turmoil wrapping His fair Earth?

 Now open your eyes
The shores are red; 
The lands are coated with blood,
The skulls are scattered like stones, 
For the sake of oil or the reserves of gold,
Be aware a single drop of   human blood 
Possesses more worth than all treasures
That the earth contains. 

Now stop killing; enough, enough, 
You neither surrender, nor do deprive others
Of the rights which the divine commands allow,
Go through the lanes with moderate bearing. 

Live like a benefactor among the nations, 
Share with them your victuals,
Stock of knowledge and skills,
And snatch them not of their own.
Return fathers to the orphans,
Husbands to the widows,
Brothers to the waiting damsels, 
And sons to the aged mothers,
If not then compensate them all,
For the broken hearts, shattered dreams.
Hatred against you thrives, 
Magma against you grows,
Let the volcano sleep, 
Beneath the layers deep, 
And only once apply,
The strategy of the weapon of love 
Discarding the old devices of uranium. 

The amount you spent on the arsenal 
Would have been enough to feed the world 
Though ten times bigger; 
If you had ruled the hearts,  
The world might have been a different place
Of love, peace and harmony. 

Through force your aims will never be gained,
So amend the ways and stroll on the route 
That enhances you in respect and esteem;
Review and revise the modes of actions,
 Follow not the path that leads the world
To the chaos, and on the point of no return,
For there will be a dark dungeon of curse,
O! America, for the sake of humanity reverse.  

Copyright © Muhammad Shanazar | Year Posted 2008

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A Conflict

Deep darkness fears me at night, 
Sable thoughts surround me tight, 
Run I to the dark corners to escape, 
Wrestle against inner self and fight, 
The conflicting struggle continues, 
Till I exhaust and lose the might, 
The next day recovers me again, 
And the night brings the same plight.

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A Decision Of Silence

Those who savour do know well the taste, 
The rest may form but the images abstract; 
Unsubstantial eyes penetrate deep into realities, 
But the carnal look with superficial glance. 
Spent I time pondering over the baffling puzzle, 
Whom He created the Master Scheme for? 

One morn, at last at the hour of dawn, 
The curtains were raised, the gallery swung, 
The door opened wide to show the reality. 

Ah! What incredible I did find to see, 
Since then my mind burns, my heart smoulders, 
To capture the fleeting vision again. 
The nourishing celestial taste of experience, 
My mind, my eyes my heart did undergo, 
The organs of wisdom can not explain. 
The words symbols suffice not to impart, 
The festive taste relished by the inner being. 

A huge mirror of brilliance hanging down, 
In vacancy, extended from the south to the west, 
I viewed glistening with stillness of dazzling glare, 
Brighter than hundreds of moons if gathered; 
Emerged then slowly in the shining surface, 
Half portrait of the Masterpiece, the Beautiful, 
With magnificence adequate to the starved yes, 
But thousands of times more prominent, 
Than the brightening ground of exhibition. 

Beheld I the Redeemer, the Pivot of creation, 
Wearing turban green with no end lurking on the sides, 
Trimmed beard, neither too long nor too short, 
Seemed as if the vanished hands laboured hard, 
To adorn the Matchless with the regal splendour. 

Cold flashes emitting out from the countenance, 
Dazzled the force of frail seeing eyes; 
The spectrum seemed a true manifestation, 
Of the Being who from far behind reflected, 
In the enormous screen stretched in front. 
The mystery was revealed, but I should keep silence, 
For when “Yes” and “No” both are the ruinous extremes, 
Silence is the moderate route to survive.

Copyright © Muhammad Shanazar | Year Posted 2008

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The Dance Of Darkness

(Dedicated to the Victims of Nuclear Weapons)

Though in the later years I was born,
Yet history makes me forlorn,
Rocks me back in the past behind,
To the horrible event and tragic morn.

I see the roses with blighted faces,
Satchels on backs, toddling to schools,
Playing in parks, swimming in pools,
The men, women and the old folk,
Busy in their worldly doings,
Teenagers move with flowing passions,
With longings for the better times,
Brighter future and happier days,
The stream of life goes with dancing waves.
The lovers still on the beds, bending
Over one another peeping into the eyes,
Measure the depth of bottomless love.

Oh no! Now my receptive ears clearly hear,
Incredible rumbling roaring of thunder,
And eyes see huge yellow bluish flame,
Whose dazzle makes us all blind,
All blackness of humanity spurts out,
In the shape of sooty mushroom,
Upon the earth spreading sable shadows,
The explosion smashes and blows up,
The whole structure of civilization,
The hopes resting in the beating hearts,
And cherished longings in the minds.

I see humanity being fallen,
To the meanest level of savagery,
Cruelty and abyss of brutality,
What game have played the pioneers of peace,
The busy men, women and sucking infants,
Being nourished in the soft soothing laps,
Burn as the rosy petals do,
When thrown into the furnace,
Where terrible enormous heat,
Melts metals hard, like butter,
The Darkness dances all around,
The echoes of laughter have changed,
Into wailing, crying and painful shrieks.

Who are these who move like ghosts,
Charred bony figures with hanging shreds,
Lamenting upon the horrible deed,
And despised nature sighs and sobs,
That who knows when time takes turn,
Who knows moments of calm and peace,
Might contain the centuries of sorrows.

Copyright © Muhammad Shanazar | Year Posted 2008

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The Valiant

The valiant advance ahead with grace,
Prefer the death of honour to disgrace,
And they beautify the pages of history,
When waves of tyranny run and race.

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O! Death Stop

When indelible memories of the past,
Torment my heart and mind; I write.

When mist floats in front of the eyes,
The light comes from behind; I write.

When the men of the callous world,
Compel me to be confined; I write.

When my heart weeps wailing upon
The wise being led by the blind; I write.

When in self schemed distribution I see
The deserving limping behind; I write.

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Our Bones Are Of Iron Made

My heart does beat,
Pulse does pulsate,
For Pak-lands,
Oh! Enemies,
Our bones are of iron made, 
And bombs are the bodies. 

Whether you challenge 
On the snow clad lofty peaks,
Or in the frosty valleys,
Or on planes of the Punjab,
Or onto the adjoining waters
Of the boundaries,
Or in the thick forests,
Or upon the hot sand, 
We are a nation that cares least
Of life, of wealth or property,
Or of fatal consequences
When our honour is at the stake; 
We pluck out the eyes
When they look with dingy intentions,
Break the jaws that ajar
To devour us.
We promote not turmoil in the world,
We believe in respect of others
And be respected,
We are a nation that writes 
History not in ink or on the sheet of paper,
But in blood on the sacred soil and sand.

Copyright © Muhammad Shanazar | Year Posted 2008

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A Tribute

Quintessence of radiance in the days of utter dark,
Unparallel among the guides, fairly upto the mark,
An advocate with plenteous, bounteous sincerity,
Invincible, feared neither wolf’s howl nor dog’s bark.

Decent in manners, humble and modest in being,
Efficacious in thinking, alert and vigilant in seeing,  
Adhesive to the mission, incarnated embodied truth, 
Zeal and zest packed rider on the steed galloping.

An aspiring figure, to the secured harbour he rowed
Majestically steering the lobbing ship, never bowed,
Malicious he was to none but clang to the just cause,
Undaunted he was and accomplished what he vowed.

Harmonious and integral he was in saying and deed,
Adroit and perfect guide he was in faith and creed,
Manly, steadfast, sagacious he was in his dealings,
Meticulous model he was on the hazy road to lead.

Adept he was who outwitted rivals with great skills,
Dignified who led safely through mounds and hills,
Admonished he the nation about the hidden traps,
Laudable whom pay homage, respect rivers and rills.

Incorruptible, whom from the hearts we all adore, 
Jeopardizing his comforts, he brought us all ashore,
Indulgent, who never beguiled the trusting people,
Nullified he the opponents who succeeded no more.

Navigated, ransacked he the seas at an early age,
Apostle of faith, truth who broke the confining cage,
Humane, humble he was yet he won the homeland,
Muhammad Ali Jinnah written on history’s each page.

Copyright © Muhammad Shanazar | Year Posted 2008