Tuesday, November 13, 2012

YAZIDIYAT.COM



Yazidiyat .com
An evil domain
Abu Sufiyan
Mauwiyah
Caliph Yazid
His followers
And scum
Came from
Wanting to have
The Holy
Prophets family
Under their thumb
Massacred Imam Hussain
Who gave his head
but not his hand
A Martyr become
To the pressures
of a political power play
He did not succumb
Fought valiantly
To keep Islam alive
As the rest of
the Muslim world
Cowardly kept mum
A few eunuchs among
Deaf and dumb
Hussain thy
name is Humanity
A hymn that we hum
Karbala
the Land of Sorrow
A path to Allah
Our Kingdom come

Happy Diwali Happy New Year To All Of You-दीपावलीच्या हार्दिक शुभेच्छा

Lage Raho Firoze Bhai

some will take your ass
some will leave you on the kerbside
for dead said circuit arshad warsi
nodding his head
producers of films enter
where angels fear to tread
but its because of them
we get our daily bread

A Thought for Madame Sonia Gandhi

Mother plagued by leprosy
Eyes hollows eaten by maggots
A world she does not see
Only sounds of pain and her misery
Her daughter has eyes she can read and see
A bill in her hand with the face of Madam Sonia Gandhi
A living hope a living mother figure in Delhi
Maybe, just maybe, when she sees this
She might change the Girl Childs life
Unendurable catastrophe
A Hand..a healing hand
To touch, to change the life
Of this street side poetry
Some call it a prose of living
To be or not to be.…

In Shadows of Despair

balancing cooking utensils on her head
the street performer girl her heart does bare
her life a tightrope
in shadows of despair
her unblossomed future in a snare
already tattered beyond repair
her present do and dare
a past that has been unfair
little children
they clap hands
they throw coins
as they watch and stare
while she walks on air..
her brother watches all this
lying on the floor
he is six months old
a love they equally share
this unusual pair
giving entertainment
to all and sundry
on the public square

The Call of the Craving Stomach

a street performing girlchild on the tight rope
an obligation a method of earning
she and her family cannot duck
the cravings of an empty stomach
her karma her dharma her grit
her determination fighting
her genetic badluck
she is called lakshmi
the goddess of wealth
like a lotus born in a muck
she will be used abused
deprived of her fleshly wealth
what little is left
a bastard child
whose future
too will be stuck
fighting the odds
performing
a balancing act
in middair
waiting for some
hope of a good luck

the girl child was born on a tightrope

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