Tread
carefully
This is
the country of flowers and tulips
You might
believe that all the gardeners are gone
That the
last one has been killed too
But the
heart of the rose is not dead yet
The hope
of the tulips is still alive
In Kashmir
Every
flower is a revolt
Every
color is a slogan
Even the
dead tulips are an outbreak
Be
careful
There
will be a day when
Every
garden will rise in revolt
And you
will find no ground to hide
Sufis of
freedom will ride the horses of fragrance
Love will
triumph over hatred
Truth
will dance with madness
Reason
will sing with passion
And then
that day
That blessed
day
We all
will be free, at last!
We all
will be free, at last!
ReplyDeleteAll ye flowers that blossom in that moaning Vale
I hear thine muffled sobs
I hear thine choked tears
And my solitary heart, that bleeds in pain
At your and my own suffering
Stops for but a moment
And I'm reminded, in soul we are all ONE
We hear what others choose to drown in their modern day intoxications
My heart torn asunder, thousands of times- all over again
For you my brother,my sister, my children, my parents
for you silenced in wee hours of dawn
Who never wake up to welcome the new morn...
Someday ...we shall all be free
It is not just you
But an entire race of humans- all of humanity
That chokes under its own burden, its cruelty
Its selective memory
ANd someday some of us...shall choose to NOT FORGET
I...the morning air, in my morning wisdom remind thee
nyc 1 ..absolutely on the spot ;)
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