zulfiqar-ali-bhatti
Pakistan
Zufiqar Ali Bhatti, popularly known as Zulfiqar Bhatti ia a professor of English, poet, author textbook and article writer. After graduating from engineering university started his career as engineer. Soon after he became a professional engineer he realized that he could do well in the field of literature/writing and teaching as most of his early life ideal personalities were his own teachers. His childhood dreams drew him towards the field of literature and he associated himself with the profession of teaching after having done his masters in English Literature from the University of Sindh
No matter if you lose sight and see not,
But what to those who vision clear claim,
Can see pebbles in the children’s hands,
Cannot see bombs dropping over them.
The burning bodies of toddlers,
Painful bleeding mothers’ eyes,
Mean nothing to them, neither rubble,
Of collapsed houses and the deafening cries.
But they do say, children’s protest annoying,
Slogans raised for freedom blackest crime,
Without any slightest feeling of shame,
They say they do it to wash away the grime.
The so-called champions of the human rights,
Silent with dead conscience and lost insight,
Are the black mole on the face of humanity,
Instead of lessening misery augmenting plight.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
Honour to those who always fight,
For their land and for their right.
They feel pain of the humankind,
Anywhere in the world if they find,
Any misery or humans in trouble,
They raise their voice out of rubble
Of unconscious heap of human souls,
Look into the death’s eyes with dare,
They ever think and never care,
Of their own lives; but the people’s plight
And raise their hate to haul the height.
Against all atrocities which forcibly compel
Suffering human beings to crush and quell
Let’s join them for the sake of humanity
For the sake of honour to avoid vanity
To make miserable world a peaceful place
With no feelings of bias, blood and race.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC
Life is no doubt
But a teacher stern.
In its own way
It makes us learn,
The value of things
Which we do own,
By depriving us
Of them and moan.
It seems beautiful,
Yes it is indeed,
Until we strictly
Follow its creed
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
It is no doubt no matter for love,
To be bold and face, though frail, fray.
Of adversity, asperity, power and proud,
Love though lone, can never be a prey.
Chains and bounds of so-called norms,
Can easily be broken by love profound.
When love wants, dreams come true,
It has remained always unbound.
No tactics of tyrants, no plights of power,
Has ever subdued love unfettered.
Whoever wrangled to sully it or slay,
Love never is defeated, remained bettered.
No monarchy can mold love, neither tyranny,
Towards their side and find any favour.
Yes, but if one wants to win love with love,
Can subdue and surmount with no endivour.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 3:41 AM UTC
No matter how slow we begin to move,
But if the pace is paced, in the right direction,
Sooner or later we are due, to be rewarded
With what we wanted - our destination.
Our destination, may be, far, far away,
Inch by inch, bit by bit, but we move.
Must not withdraw without being afraid,
All the obstacles, surely, will nature remove.
In the course of our struggle we might be alone,
We may lose hope if we lose aiming at the goal.
Moving and marching, aiming and advancing,
Will make up our mind and strengthen our soul.
Out in the world, tales tell us, those who sleep
They neither reach anywhere, nor get anything.
And those who keep on moving, though tortoise,
Always win the race and victorious songs sing.
We must not afraid, of fortune or fate,
Keeping in our mind, it favoures the brave.
"Despair is dangerous", must be our motto,
Success goes to them, who keep on and crave.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
When all the doors you pass are shut,
And all the roads you travel are blocked,
When the life seems to be dump and dull,
And the luck seems to be locked.
Leave not the rope of the hope,
Even if you so feeble feel,
Make your mind and call your courage,
It brings in the brain zest and zeal.
Have not you heard the spider's struggle,
That showed the path to Bruce the king,
Who thought and fought to gain his glory,
That made him finally the lord of the ring.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC
No man on earth can deny and dare,
Duty to dust and fight to fair,
for tales tell us if there were a few,
Brought death over them in despair.
Make not a wall between the bread,
And those who die of hunger,
You won't find a hiding place,
If they make their mind and lunger.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 3:27 AM UTC
Dear Lord, let me not, bless with wisdom,
Blessed ones are always weary in tears.
And those who ‘re blessed with the help,
Live their life without any fears.
Dear Lord, help me live within limits,
To be content with what I own.
Wish of having, much, lot and more,
Makes us mad, we always moan.
Make me strong to be much bold,
To be very kind to those who hurt.
If evil entice me to Wrangle and Revenge.
Halt me, help me to avoid and avert.
Help me to help, to those who suffer,
Make me able, to wipe away their Woes.
Enlighten my heart, to be with the truth,
to seek the strength, and forgive my foes.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC
Chivalry is not to fight in the field,
To **** the crowd and not take shield.
Nor it is to defy the death,
And try to fight till the last breadth.
Fray the foe and stay with strength,
Keeping in the chaos line and length.
It is to subdue, the soul in the plight,
And always be by the side of the right.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 3:22 AM UTC
We are ashamed, sir dear
We are ashamed.
Neither the earth glistened
In the ray of good time,
Nor we are still
In the way of good time.
Pen is serving, not right
But the mighty lord,
Kneeling bowing bending,
Instead of superseding sword.
Nations still quarrel
To prove them stronger.
Men are being slaughtered
For the sake o f honour.
Men are being burned,
Terror rules the world,
Birth, not the worth
Still fools the world.
War, the monster of iniquity
Has worn different masks.
Somewhere proving pride
Somewhere deadly tasks.
We couldn't bring the good time
The good time once you dreamt.
‘'Let us aid what we can''
We have forgotten what you meant.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 3:20 AM UTC