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I Sat Idle

The sky is blue, the stars are bright 
and the moon shines at night
I’m unable to make poems 
of the orderly life. 

Grass is green, flowers blossoming, 
fresh fruit ripe on trees and vegetables 
bloom without pesticides on time
I can’t translate them in poems. 

Lakes, streams and rivers brim 
with water and fish swim 
without a boundary. 
To write I find no theme. 

Children go to school, teachers
teach them with all love and care 
mothers send them with morals 
I find no reason to write.

I sit idle and lament on 
whence the world became so ideal 
for in history I learned and
found all things disorderly  
and I trained myself to earn 
on the heaps of people’s errors.

Copyright © Khurshid Alam | Year Posted 2006



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Immortal Bamyan Budhdha

Oh heaven… Cease to exist there!
And fall on them: the abbot of unreason!

They play mortal games on immortal themes
with faint afflation they desecrate
years old medium of tenets divine.
The hands that rose for blessing 
lay in the dust and the legs that led
people onto the path of amity
were without mass and stood on no path
the lotus-wide ears grew for people’s misery
to build a heaven of comfort for them.
The heart that did no harm to any humans:
he professed neither God-ism nor atheism
no one must have an ism to fight on
the holy body was desecrated beyond excuse.

Oh heaven… Cease to exist there!
And fall on them: the abbot of unreason!

They’d done this to many temples and mosques
and brought no sense but lacerating hearts.
Should they meet their end in a place unknown?
and vanish into a dark forest and no one mourns.

Oh heaven…Cease to exist there!
And fall on them: the abbot of unreason!

Copyright © Khurshid Alam | Year Posted 2006

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If I Ever Stoop

If I ever stoop
Only to pick a fallen flower
Not to pluck from its branch

If I ever stoop
Only to raise a man
Not to disgrace his fallen state

If I ever stoop
Only to nurse the pain
Not to cause the pain

If I ever stoop
Only to pray for all
Not to curse any.

Copyright © Khurshid Alam | Year Posted 2015


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