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Development. Contributions Welcome.
Please put
on your thinking caps, breathe fresh positive air and get ready to do us
favour by offering us poetry on any topic that you can think of. Our only
criteria is that the composition should not ooze out negative thoughts.
You may
contribute your own work (if you haven't still got into this writing
habit, now is the right time to get started), or you may also make us
happy by contributing/suggesting a work of any other fellow being.
Let's all
together sing the song of positivism.
To start
with...
One
Poem (in Urdu)
Zindagee se
badee sazaa hee nahee...
... aur kyaa jurm hai pataa hee nahee
Kitne
rishton mein bant gayaa hoon main...
... mere hisse mein kuchh bachaa hee nahee
Sach ghate,
yaa badhe, to sach na rahe...
... jhooth ki koi intehaa hee nahee
Madh do
chaandee se chaahe sone se..
... aainaa jhooth boltaa hee nahee
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Contributed by Mrs. Jitender Kaur, Delhi, India
Translation
in English
There is no
bigger punishment than life...
... and the fault, no one knows
I am split
into so many relationships...
... and in my part there is nothing left
Truth
doesn't remain truth if a bit it increases, or decreases...
... and for falsehood there are no limits
Decorate it
with silver, or with gold...
... a mirror never ever tells a lie
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Contributed by Mrs. Jitender Kaur, Delhi, India
Hijab
(Veil)
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see someone limited, or someone free?
All some people can do is just look and stare,
Simply because they can't see my hair.
Others think I am controlled and uneducated.
They think that I am limited and not liberated,
They are so thankful that they are not me,
Because they would like to remain 'free'.
Well free isn't exactly the word I would've used,
Describing women who are cheated on and abused.
They think that I do not have opinions or a voice,
They think that being hooded isn't my choice,
They think that the hood makes me look caged,
That my husband or dad are totally outraged,
All they can do is look at me in fear,
And in my eye there is a tear.
Not because I have been stared at or made fun of,
But because people are ignoring the One up above.
On the day of judgment they will be the fools,
Because they were too ashamed to play by their own rules.
Maybe the guys won't think I am a cutie,
But at least I am filled with more inner beauty.
See I have declined from being a guy's toy,
Because I won't let myself be controlled by a boy,
Real men are able to appreciate my mind,
And aren't busy looking at my behind.
Hooded girls are the ones really helping the Muslim cause,
The role that we play definitely deserves applause.
I will be recognized because I am smart and bright,
And because some people are inspired by my sight.
The smart ones are attracted by my tranquility,
In the back of their mind, they wish they were me,
We have the strength to do what we think is right,
Even if it means putting up a life long fight.
You see we are not controlled by a mini skirt and tight shirt,
We are given only respect, and never treated like dirt.
So you see, we are the ones that are free and liberated,
We are not the ones that are sexually terrorized and violated.
We are the ones that are free and pure,
We're free of STD's that have no cure,
So when people ask you how you feel about the hood,
Just sum it up by saying 'baby its all good'
(This poem was written by a muslim girl who wears a hijab and is proud
of it.)
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