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What Bothers Me?


While cleaning the cupboards, I came across this poem written by my mother and brother for a school competition of mine, years ago. Just thought I’d share it here. :)
Unfortunately, we’re still in the same situation.


What bothers me is the…
Helplessness of the millions of people of Iraq,
Blood of the innocent,
Pain of the injured,
Collapse of a nation.

What bothers me are the…
Scattered bodies of the dead,
Cries of the children,
Explosions of the bombs,
Clouds of smoke,
Shattered homes.

What bothers me is…
War in the name of terrorism,
Occupation in the name of freedom,
Anarchy in the name of discipline,
Foe in the name of friend,
Destruction in the name of reconstruction,
Oil searching in the name of weapon searching,
Dictation in the name of democracy,
Misery in the name of aid.

What bothers me is…
Terror in place of peace,
Oppression in place of justice,
Hatred in place of love,
Frustration in place of tranquility,
Sadness in place of happiness,
Mourning in place of laughter,
Darkness in place of light,
Hunger in place of satiety,
Looting in place of security,
Propaganda in place of facts.

What bothers me are the…
Graves in place of gardens,
Dead in place of living,
Weapons in place of flowers,
Ruins in place of schools,
Tears in place of smiles.

What bothers me is the…
Fall of historic cities of Baghdad and Basra,
Irreparable loss of property and life,
Huge wastage of natural resources,
Uncertainty of the future of humanity.

Future of the Past


The one sitting dejected and forlorn,
The day has ended and night for him is long,
Reminiscing what he did in his life,
Racking his brains for a deed good and bright,
Alas! He fails, looking woebegone.

The society would do nothing but shun,
He fears humiliation, in which his insides would burn,
If only on his deeds he had never reflected,
Still drowned in evil, at least not neglected,
But no, he’s confused, where to turn?

Wait! Does he dread a bleak future of his past?
He fears people, of being an outcast?
Does he not know of the only place?
Where mercy and hope wipe out disgrace?
Tell him of the One whose haven is too vast.

To Whom if you turn He feels more happy than the man,
Who loses his camel in the waterless desert land,
And when that camel returns with the water and food load,
Joyful, the man says, ‘O Lord, Thou art my servant and I am Thine Lord’,
Did you ever hear of love more than that?

So repent to Allah and cry your heart out,
Prostrate in front of Him, promise to submit throughout,
Your past would be cleared as if it has no stain,
You may even become His favourite slave,
Contented you will be without a doubt.

From the slavery of people and this world break free,
For they are weak, when needed they flee,
Be His slave, from evil and sins abstain,
You will slip and fall; He will pick you yet again,
Forgiveness is all you have to plea.

Real ‘past’ is this world, in which if you fail there is no return,
True ‘future’ that awaits is heaven or hell which will burn,
So prepare for the future that will stay forever,
Regret now, for later regret will be bitter,
Let go of your past, make hereafter your concern.

Hajrah. :)

Road to Future

P.S. Is poetry stalking me or what? O_O
A few months back I had nothing to do with poetry whatsoever (except a poem I wrote in school), and then things happened so fast. :P
So yeah, we got this one as an assignment, topic same as the title of the post, at university. 

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