My Heart Bleeds Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

My heart bleeds
Weeps and reads
The message is on wall
We want no hatred call

What a response from poetic souls?
Divya khan* and shazia batool *
Do the heart weeps that side too?
What a feeling from heart that is true

Shahzia Batool We are not impotent
We all need peace
No matter our joint-skies are packed
With alarming lightening and the thundering clouds
No matter our not-gods are behaving silly
Undeserving to rule the throne of hearts
The Director of the stage of life directs only love-stories
Written in the ink of peace
We are but the loyal actors
We shall act out the role of peace
We shall sing the notes of ease
Composed on a harp of love and joy
Though we are dwelling in terrible times
But we have the voices strong to say:
We are not “the hollow-men”
We are not “the stuffed-men”
Do not try to make us cry
We say NO to the war-cry…
Raised by the thundering clouds! ! !

Diya Khan Though we are dwelling in terrible times
But we have the voices strong to say:
We are not “the hollow-men”
We are not “the stuffed-men”
Do not try to make us cry
We say NO to the war-cry…
Raised by the thundering clouds! ! !

Hasmukh Mehta: -I am moved dear
Why should there be any fear?
We wish happiness in independence year
Let music and melody of joint anthems rock the ears

* Poetical messiahs from across Pakistan