An Ode On A Dying Baby Of Hazara Poem by Matloob Bokhari

AN ODE ON A DYING BABY OF HAZARA
Religion is the most peaceful paradise when it is between man and God
Worst than flames of inferno when it is between man and the dealers of faith
My friends!
I am living in the house of grief
Where gospels of hate are being taught
And ruthless killing is freely allowed
Where intolerance is killing tolerance
Where innocents are being slaughtered without reason
Where cursed devil is plowing evil, sowing tears and playing with human skulls
Where children of Adam are singing hymns of grief
And followers of Satan are cutting throats and practicing persecution
Where daisies in meadow are singing hymns of grief in deep sorrow
Where death is walking in the streets of black darkness
Where widows are telling orphans the stories of despair and pain
Where there is no truth, no justice, no kindness
O dying baby of Hazara
My tears are mixing up in the cup of my tea
I can not see more; I can not write more
Soften the hard heart of robots with your tears
Teach them with your innocent smile
That the essence of faith is gentle dealings, infinite love and complete compassion
Teach fanatics with your cries to respect all faiths
Irrigate the dead garden of my house with your red blood to blossom new flowers
Teach the savages who have made earth red with blood
That the message of all prophets and the melody of all the God-fearing people is
LIVE AND LET LIVE

COMMENTS. AN ODE ON A DYING BABY OF HAZARA
Paula Shene: This cuts deeply to the heart.
Rizwan Saleem: Very poignant
Martina Gallegos: Sadly beautiful
Syed Raza Bukhari Karbalaie:
بہت عمدہ سبق جو انسانیت کا درس ہے
Bindi Sharma: Marvellous write
One of your best creations sir