A Swati’s Words…

For an IDP * like me, it’s just like Déjà vu,

I’m returning back to my home, in angst and blue.

In debris, bombshells, dead bodies and bricks,

I’ll seek my home where I played with my Sputniks*.

No matter in place of fruits, if hand grenades grow,

You can’t question fate if it’s destined to deathblow.

No matter instead of flowers, if gunpowder is the smell,

I’ll go beyond the feeling, I’ll mould myself to dwell.

My brain says “It’s destruction”; my heart, “It’s the motherland”,

It’s been too much of brain now, I ought to grab my heart’s hand.

By- Farrukh Zafar

*Sputnik : Soviet satellites sent into Earth orbit in the 1950s.

*IDP : Internally Displaced Person.

Today is the 12th of July, 2009, which signifies that from tomorrow onwards, the return of the refugees affected by the Swat war, starts. I believe each and everyone of us owes something to these immensely grief stricken people. And so I dedicate this poem to all my brothers and sisters who made such a big sacrifice for their country.

I salute you. And I pray for your safe and peaceful rehab that’s worth your heavenly homes.

Michael Heart’s Song For Gaza – “We Will Not Go Down” Download

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Click here to download We Will Not Go Down (Song For Gaza).mp3

This is the first song written and sung by an American for Gaza.

Michael Heart

Michael is an unsigned singer/songwriter based in Los Angeles. He has just released his Pop/Rock debut CD titled “Unsolicited Material”, in March 2008.

Persistence

I managed to survive in the stroll of falling walls,

When the white ball got struck, by the rest of the billiard balls.

 

The ship of life, kept sinking on, as I reached the shore down,

All those assaults went in vain, in which I forced, storms to drown.

 

And with the hot blowing wind, the dirt kept on irritating my eyes,

As the acid rain continued to fall, down from the dirty skies.

 

Severe weathers came and went,

I never knew before, my latent mettle, stature and bent.

 

And let the stress on me now, break free and overflow,

So shall I proportionally find, the strength in my back to grow…

-By Farrukh Zafar