Could You Place Light On The Heap Of Explosives? Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

Light sprouted on the very day
When Krishna blew lute at Gokul,
When Ayodhy returned from Banbas to Ram,
Light sprouted on the very day
When Buddha smiled,
Light sparkled on the day
When Christ walked carrying
Cross on the shoulder,
Light shone when
Muhammad (PBUH) descended on the Earth,
New Man rose
From these origins of light,
Who dreamt bright dreams
In the shadows of faith,
Then they molded the dreams
Into new-fangled profound philosophies,
And civilizations
Lifted their head out of them,
In the valley of Neil, on the banks of Ganges,
On the amorphous breasts of mountains
New spectacles were born,
The Egyptian idols and temples of Incas,
Enthralling sights of Rome
And Greece were engraved in the wilderness,
One Ajanta,
The other Ellora,
And the temples of Khajorahoon.
These beliefs raised
On the stones of Bamyan
The statues of Buddha with delicate faith,
And lush green became
Destiny of stretched deserts,
And human mind
Headed with the beams of this light,
Civilizations got a topic.

What happened today
All of sudden to the children of Adam,
They became appalled of light,
The light that spread from those statues of Bamyan,
Began to hurt them,
Then all of sudden
They shattered the sacred signs of the origin of light.

Why did you wrap light in coffin
That had been the guide for thousands of years?
O! The enemy of the light of us all,
Tell us how long you will remain
In the dark caves of narrow-mindedness.
Could you place light on the heap of explosives?

Written by Jagdish Prakash
Translated by Muhammad Shanazar