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Ajmal Roshan Poem
Last year in a fine summer night,
Most of the souls when fast asleep,
I dreamt dream so fine and bright
Like honey drops falling to soul so deep.
I dreamt I became all at once
So remembered and so honoured
And dearer than a rare pretty world
Around and across the world.
Spotless virgins all around me
Throwing roses at none but me.
Cupid unrolling carpet blue
Venus dancing in so many hue.
Ramba dancing for none but me
Soma served in mug like she.
The earth wearing her colorful robe
The moon little shy to peep from her orb.
Diana showing her artful dress
Obama standing with his artless face.
Would that I got fanciers wings
Oh friend!, to give you heavenly links.
This dream I bear still in mind
Words to tell it where can I find!!
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Ajmal Roshan Poem
Jhon Lenox,
The messenger of the queen of science!.
Your exploding English,
Your tact to bring your rival
To dust
Has often made my heart
Forget a beat!!
I envy your students at Oxford
Who pick up pearls of wisdom
Scattered by you in class rooms!
Do you know the same star Neptune,
Astrologically the companion of moon,
Was the guiding star of Jesus too?
Ayan Hirshi Ali,
You black pearl of Africa!.
Please let it be known that
You are born in the zodiac
Of scorpio.
Daughter of mars!
Whenever I see you at the podium,
I feel as a scorpion
Biting its body on its own body!!
Your sharpened words!
Bathed by a pinch of poison!!
Richard Dawkins,
I understand the way you wonder
At the blind beliefs of the world.
But the writer of God delusion,
Kindly let it be known
That mars, the godess of war
Is giving you the arrows
To aim at blind beliefs of this planet.
Sam Haris,
Though monotonous,
Your speech never allow the audience
To untie the hook of attention
Untill the last!!
Sir, under the benevolence of your star mars,
You were trained in martial arts.
The same mistery that tempts martial people
To have intoxicants
Patted you too.
Son of mars, the godess of war!
Two drops of reddish tears
The colour of blood,
The colour of revelution
Your lucky colour.
Kindly accept them
As a tiny tribute
From an unknown Indian!!
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Ajmal Roshan Poem
Son,
When you decided
To say good bye
To your lonely dwelling place
Of darkness
Your first cry
Announcing your royal entry
In to this elegant world,
I felt it as a roar
Against the callous
Who'd been giving
Nightmares
To your helpless dad.
But my son,
My everest mounted gladness
Soon began to see dark clouds.
The self same vultures
Who'd been piercing their painted nails
Into your papa's brain
Might harm you too.
It was me who culled a sweet name for you.
'Cause I wouldn't be satisfied
With worn out ones by over use.
But my fear was such that
I concealed your musical name from them.
Lest I be phoo_phooed.
But when they jointed hands
My kith and kins
To frighten you
And to make you flee,
My days became tearfully
And nights sleepless.
Oh the pain of my soul!
How do these wicked know
To whom children are only byproducts!!
Son,when my piece of life
Was separated from me
I,having left alone
Resorted to singing.
Those were flames from my heart.
But those fools took them
As a mad man's way_ward utterances.
But some mysterious power was at work.
I am ascending foot steps of world's glory
One by one,
My soul ,only to prepare way for you,
Even as Jhon the Baptist
Came to prepare way for jesus
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