by Dr. M. Ashraf Adeel
Malalai!
Shining star
Of the valley of deep blue skies
Can you hear your mother’s cries?
Gurgling springs and lush green fields
Dancing harvests and golden yields
All are searching for your eyes
Shine the eternal truths on them
Rise up and meet these gems
Hands of destiny are your hands
History is your blackboard---write!
“Little girls and grown up women
More than equal are they all
To little men and oversize boys
Who walk the earth with wilderness in their souls
And never grow to see the truth.”
Malalai!
Wounded lioness
Hardly breathing
You have breathed life into matter
Deserts and hills have started trembling
Rivers have come to a thundering halt
Sky is making endless rounds
Breeze is en route to your home
Earth has turned into a wailing wall
You can never leave them all
Wounded lioness! Wake up and call
Cuckoos of swat and your doll!
- Dr. M. Ashraf Adeel is a poet and Professor of Philosophy
1 comment:
Got a bunch of pocket folders for my collection and writings of poetry. I actually like this one, as you know I'm an aspiring poet, and this I think is one way of becoming one.
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