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.

Comrades, Come Break The Shell

Yes we are, the angry and uptight,

The one’s you always, deceitfully kept quiet.

Yes we are, the hungry and the bold,

Who always did what they were told.

The ones who kneeled down for you,

Just to read hanging scriptures in Hebrew*.

But now when we see our wings have grown,

It’s time you start repaying your loan.

Each drop of blood has priced a countless penny,

There’s one kill comin’, that’ll cost one too many.

Keep quite no longer, we’ll rise with the sun,

Each hand will throw candles and grab a loaded gun.

Not blinded by the lies, for which we’ve been blamed,

The lives that we lost, all those lives will be reclaimed.

-By Farrukh Zafar

*Hebrew is the ancient language of the Jewish Bibles.

A POEM FOR THE BLEEDING PALESTINE

“I could have annihilated all the Jews in the world, but I left some of them so you would know why I was killing them.”

- [ Adolf Hitler ]

The Israeli barbarism is on the rise. The whole world is screaming along the tears on these innocent faces. Gaza has turned red with blood and pale with deadbodies. Are you the one who cares for the suffering? Please boycott Israel and America, as much as you can. This is a pledge, and a request of a soul.

TROOPS, POSSESSORS DĒ BLEEDING FATES

Here comes the regiment’s cry,

“Run to the battlefield, despite the weather’s dry”

Stick to the orders like a gum,

“Start moving soldiers, on the beats of drum!”

Cage the fear and escape the trench out,

Major, lieutenant, captain, scout!

No excuse, no decline,

Hand grenade pins in every line.

Booby tracks and traps to unfold,

Ride your fates, written out of gold.

Just crawl down when you get to fall,

Strafe you can, but no escape to the brawl.

Bleeding wounds, bodies bruised and faces grieved,

Dead souls adding to the score of widows and bereaved.

There they live in the photograph,

“Got registered for death”, they sent to life, a telegraph.

Kiss their medals, widows and mothers bereaved,

Compensation worthless, neither sons, nor husbands, nor the tears are retrieved…

-By Farrukh Zafar.

Dedicated to the War-boys of Kargil, Palestine,Kashmir,Iraq, Afghanistan, Bosnia and all the fatalities and survivors who entered the Theatre of world War II…