"peshawar" poems
I am from Pakistan...
Yesterday on 16 December, 2014 our city Peshawar got attacked. Terrorism at it's peak!
Innocent kids and teachers were brutally killed by the terrorists. These martyrs didn't know that there life was going to end like this!
My whole nation is bleeding.teachers were burnt in front of their students. Bullets were sprayed on innocent lives. THIS ISN'T HUMANITY! THIS ISN'T WHAT ISLAM TEACHES! THOSE TERRORISTS **** OTHERS IN THE NAME OF GOD BUT THIS ISN'T WHAT GOD WANTS FROM US.
I REQUEST you all to pray for the young martyrs because humanity has no Boundaries!
Thankyou.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 9:39 AM UTC
Men and women all born to a creed
no creed an advocate for evil deeds
Savagery of the Peshawar kind
has more to do with an evil mind
that does not think nor analyze
blinded it is by emotions unwise
Biochemical imbalances of the brain
and a body bereft of a conscience
is that what makes them take an AK47
and wreak havoc on defenseless innocence
a satanic act born of frustrated cowardice
that seeks to hide in dark disguise
behind the shroud of distorted beliefs
that seeks revenge as heavenly relief
Those that make their own earth a living hell
Which God and what paradise waits for them pray tell?
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC
Oh I wish to be a bird,
For then there would be freedom.
I could be here or there,
And freely without borders.
Then I will not be blinded,
Flight of my will power would be untamed.
I could be flying in Srinagar,
And then in Peshawar afterwards.
Then nothing would restrict me,
Unaffected personal would be my choice.
I could be in Moscow,
And even in Washington.
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC
One day, two incidents, one enemy; we’ll never forget,
A day which changed map projection,
Which apart the hearts,
Extirpate many dreams,
Floating bodies in the river,
Conjoin pain and frighten memories,
Memories which we would recall on 16th December,
When we were recalling the memories of severance with Dhaka,
Woe was in the breeze,
But an enemy afar from all emotions,
Bloodthirsty souls; Extirpate many dreams,
Dreams of to become a pilot, doctor and a responsible citizen,
One day, two incidents, one enemy; we’ll never forget,
We’ll never forget,
One enemy but two faces,
First Dhaka than Peshawar,
But they did not knew,
Events of dolorous conjoined the nations!
By: Nida Mahmoed
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
Untitled for none is deserved.
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/01/02/world/asia/pakistani-militants-gun-down-7-aid-workers.html?hp
Bended knees self-sanctify bloodied ground,
sneering, silent thunder slaps my face,
Those Who Dare Call Themselves Gods,
chuckling at all they have wrought,
murderous, heinous, hateful.
Who is the reprehensible abomination,
us or them,
and their devoted servants
who **** "freely" in their name?
Ennobling man with faculty infinite,
then tempting/torturing, obstacling him
from its fullest usage, lest we recognize,
the imperfection of their sloppy design.
If free will is a gift,
I freely regift it back to them.
Some venerate Mother,
after killing their wives and daughters and
mothers,
laughing about it in
the whorehouses of their souls
What a piece of work are these Gods!
If man is the quintessence of the Gods,
their last, best creation before resting,
are they themselves not corrupted?
So called Gods,
pillory the New York City morn dawn,
a pallor hard-grey nothingness.
a bitter kiss, from things only they control,
a greeting card from on high,
happy new year wishes from
Newtown, Delhi, Peshawar,
and Jerusalem.
At last, I comprehend,
why we minioned millions
celebrate this day with drunken reverie.
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Jan. 1, 2013
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 3:39 PM UTC
A huge tragedy where children's died
You could see the sparkle in those children's eyes
The whole pakistan cried,
Its a shame for those talibans so called "pride".
I got nothing to hide,
Even I live abroad my heart mourned and cried......
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
Tears vanish from my lids
When i think of those favoured kids
Whom those beasts thought as dead
Coloured in the bruises of red
No matter how much their guns strived
They still, are alive. (3:169)
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
Innocent eyes, Innocent lives
the day the world lost it's light
In times that are so dark and dreary
Hope only breeds eternal misery
Little toddlers trickling in
preteens just going about
Teenagers just about to begin
All like chalk, were wiped out
Witnesses to horrific crimes
it'd have been better if they were blind
What was their fault, i ask
they hadn't even begun their lives
One death murdered two
a child's death killed his parents too
What was their pathetic excuse
to embarrass humanity,such abuse
Oh those young supple lives
How great was love's demise
So many worlds jolted with shock
Of how humanity came to a full stop.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
Walked into a school
And taught a lesson to us all;
With one moment in the present
You can ****** the future
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
I saw death so close,
It was hard to close my eyes.
needles poked holes in the rose,
And he kept crying till he died.
I caught them sleeping-
Laid on a grave far too young.
I could hear a mother weeping,
For the dead daughters and sons.
Some had eyes to the sky,
Others were dreaming in a coffin.
But the reaper wore a smile,
Hands raised in a mocking.
An abyss was made in this sea,
As the reaper kept on walking.
I thought I heard something,
Then I saw the ashes falling.
Sometimes a road leads nowhere,
And you get too lost to be found.
I heard them one last time
then I saw children falling down.
Shattered windows were all around,
But in darkness there's no light.
And no truth is enough-
For the holy thief who lies.
A thousand people came,
All along waiting for this night.
But was it worth an end,
To a beginning that might unite.
And then I heard the screams,
Oh, the howl of horror and fear.
But the crying stopped in a blur,
For scars had swallowed all tears.
Winds brought me the noise,
Of mayhem and doom.
Drowning the voices,
That were yet to bloom.
So I fell on my knees,
Awaiting the fate of my faith.
And then I saw the reaper,
He had a very similar face.
Though his eyes were cold,
Dark as the depth of the sea.
Even though he was a monster,
He seemed very human to me.
Blood for blood,
I heard him whisper.
A Blasphemous philosophy,
And a reality that withers.
The violence fell silent,
As the shadow came nearer.
I searched for a place to hide,
But all that was left was a mirror.
So I hid behind his reflection,
As his image grew weaker.
And all the ghost could see-
Was a God in the mirror.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
Nowadays what you see everywhere is threats,
Threats to blow up the whole nest,
People in black masks and explosive vests,
Running all over the world to threat,
Killing innocent children and tearing them apart,
Separating them from their families and leaving only memories from their past,
Is this humanity?
Shedding blood to show your ability,
Eradication of these terrorists should be done,
Provoking them to feel the pain they inflicted upon,
Feelings of guilt and betrayal,
Perceiving blood in pools and trails,
Laughter and happiness all fade away,
Leaving behind only depression and decay,
All you can do is pray,
For all these terrorists to pay.....
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC
Maya Akbar° feared going home
To her hometown in Pakistan.
The person whom she feared was her father--
Obviously, an intolerant man.
Staying with friends in the town of Peshawar,
She didn't trust her family's pleas
For her to return to her parents' home.
Her friends deeply felt her unease.
Maya's father assured the police
That his daughter wouldn't be harmed.
The 19-year old transgender daughter
Nevertheless remained alarmed.
Reluctantly, she went home.
Hours later her friends' hearts sank:
Maya's bullet-ridden body
Was found beside a riverbank.
Police arrested Maya's father.
Her uncle and brothers are also being sought.
All over the world transgender people
Die because of the hatred that's taught.
Some call it an "honor killing."
Honor? No, it's ****** truly.
When ignorance fans the fires of hatred,
Many people suffer unduly.
Efforts are made all over to fight
Laws that are discriminatory.
Laws can change, but changing hardened
Hearts? That’s a different story.
-by Bob B (7-3-19)
°Formerly known as Aftab Aurangzeb, from Nowshera, Pakistan
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 8:08 AM UTC
Peshawar
Queen of the Khyber,
never been there
but
it's on the list.
Refugees brought to their knees
as departments compartmentalise
and local Government
tell
their lies.
In the eye of the beholder
the beholden
looks older,
time has a habit of
doing things like that.
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC