Dr.jawaz Jaffri

The seed of war grows well,
On the farm of hatred;

I abhor wars,
Though my victory be certain;
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My heart
And it is evident from my forehead,
I am an historian of the ruined world;
I do not have any reader in my fortune,
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Youth
Is the natural right
Of my innocent children.
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Half Century,
Three and half wars.
Our past is our future,
We have not denounced plying
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O! My enemy,
Confined and afraid in the trenches,
Across the boundary line;
Let us converse, break the ice
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Holding the hem of an old worn out dream,
We have reached a footpath.

In the callous streets
Of the hilarious city
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My Asia!
You have the fever of 105,
That is why its intensity is roasting the world.
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U.N.O!
Your Lap has forgotten
To unfasten for me,
I have been starved for half a century.

I while lying amid your bosoms
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(1)
In a city of the footpaths,
In abudance are the houses of God,
And at every door of the house,
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(1)
When the womb of Ras Koh
Had been burnt, turned into ashes,
Kaleem (converser) of my day
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28 th May blackened
The clean countenance
Of my calendar,
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The pitcher of the Earth
Has got emptied
The water-bags of eyes
Of the damsels going to the fountains
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I am in search of a heart,
In which miseries,
Of my people could breath;
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South Asia
Is alert for the rental war,
Craters
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War
Begins with the tears,
And peace with smiles.
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The people of my tribe
Are born once, but I have to go through
The experience twice,
For the first time
When my mother gave me the birth,
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Hiroshima!
The first post-destruction flower,
That blossomed in your soil,
Resting in my nostrils,
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My dear world
That has been festooned by my forefathers
With the labour of generations,
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We from inward
Have negated violence,
And acknowledged,
From the core of heart,
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My Enemy!
Have you forsaken reading
That is written on the hems of petals
With the hands of dew?
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