I Am an Epic-Writer of My Tribe Poem by Dr.jawaz Jaffri

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,
And the second one
When I became a poet,
But each time I became
Fuel for the furnace of war,
My tribe celebrated
Both of the events.

I am the only epic-writer
Of my own tribe,

I make the daring deeds
Of my tribe eternal,
And work as
The custodian of honour,
People feel gratified
Attributing their daughters to me.
When the war is in its full swing
I stand forefront,
My feet of flesh become
The feet of lead when I think of flight,
And when I see in front
The warriors being beheaded,

The stuff for a new poem
Begins to stack in my mind.
My epic which are equally
Popular among my friends and foes,
Flare up more the fire of war,

My brave do not avert
Their faces from death
Though they see in front
The blood coated battlefield.
They have faith that they after
Their death will remain alive

Forever in my verses,
The leaping flames of war
Also begin to singe my skin,
I defending honour
Of my tribe shall die too,
To live forever behind.