Musab Iqbal
In your country, I heard
There is no post office, but the martyrs dispatch
In your country, I heard
There is no rail network, but the courage moves
In your country, I heard
The nights are cufewed, but the dreams wander
In your country, I heard
The hills and mountains stay in poets’ heart
In your country, I heard
The trembling sky finds the lyrical smile
In your country, I heard
The brightness is uncertain and darkness is oblivious
In your country, you say
The numbers have no meaning, counting has no history
In your country, you say
You all are poets, of loss, of memory, of madness
In your country, you say
The murders are guarded by law, tyrants govern
In your country, you say
There are no doors; windows only open for numb hope
In your country, you say
The filthy boots trample the saffron fields, ruin innocence
In your country, you say
The heart subsists summer, the eyes bear the winters
In your country, I say
Thousand worlds live together, geography bows
In your country, I say
The empires tremble, million marches don’t sway
In your country, I say
Aroma of spring bring paradise on our ways
In your country, I say
Martyrs don’t rest, their soul calls for complete freedom
In your country, I say
Being stands for beauty, time stands for envious messenger
In your country, I say
All oppressors will suicide, dignity will be the end fate
Musab Iqbal is a writer, journalist and editor of a news website www.newzfirst.com
He composes poetry both in Urdu and English and also blogs at www.musab.in
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