Poetics from Paradise: The Tale of My City! Kashmir

Where the boat is wrecked by whirlpools.... miles and miles away from the shore

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By: Majeed Masroor

The Tale Of My City! Kashmir
That city is my abode;
Where speech is gagged
Where Cuckoo has forgot to sing the melody;
The sublime men plunged to dark
Where the birds are frightened to chirp;
Where the honey is poisoned
That city is my abode
The bloom worn out by the flames of fire
Where the moth dances to the tunes of death
Where the time has got wierd tantrums
That city is my abode
Where the pitch darkness reigns
Overshadowing the sweet rays of innocence
Where autumn overtakes spring
That city is my abode….
Come under one flag, I relentlessly advocated
But, that flag is yet to find it’s form
Where everyone advocates his profession
That city is my abode…
None listens to the ordeals of others
Everyone seems to erect the epitome of his wisdom
Where the boat is wrecked by whirlpools…. miles and miles away from the shore
That city is my abode..
Where the leadership skills is in hiatus
None owns a mind of worth….
Disorder and disdain has peeped into the spirit
That city is my abode…
The birds will flutter their wings again…
The ray of light shall rise from the horizon
The herbs will grow in the shades…
That city is my abode…
Where every mouth bears a tongue’s might,
But speaking freely is banned in our land’s light.
Where every breath halts in its course,
That city is my abode!
Where Law Flux and sway at dawn and dusk
That City is my abode.
Where every city and village is in distress
That city is my abode.
Where everyone looks pale and dull in hue.
And Every inch bears a witness to pile of living corpses.
Where hundreds of people endure diverse diseases
That city is My abode
Take each step precisely with utmost care .
One misstep you will slip and vanish into thin air
That City is My Abode.
Where everyone weaves a dream through the day’s bright gleam,
And at night, sleep evades with silent scream.
Where peace stays stranger to everyone
That City is my Abode
Where the pen is hindered to jot down a letter
Do you expect Masoor to utter a wing???
Where every moment is diseased by gambling….
That city is my abode….

This poem is the English Translation of Kashmiri poem titled “تمہ شہرک بتہ چھس روزن وول”۔۔

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