Share with us some Happiness


poor


Happy
We remain
Think for our selves
For ponderers?
Who cares?
They feel
They cry
Then become quiet
They?
Yes, paupers
Suppress them
We’ve wealth
They’ve poverty
We’ve huge laughter
They’ve little happiness
They join us
Vice versa is rare
We seek laden Eidis
They seek little company
They asked us
We remained for ourselves, pious
They again
By smiles
We refused
Like carried off the flies
Don’t forget them
Someday
We’ll be questioned
They’ll remain unquestioned
Who’ll be better?
Here we’re etchers
Tomorrow?

By: Absar

(This Poem was written on 2008 Eid-ul-Fitar and dedicated ‘particularly’ to the 400,000 poor migrants of Bajaur who fled Bajaur due to savage Military Operation there, and ‘generally’ for the paupers we see around ourselves who need a little attention of ours so that they don’t feel discriminated at this religious occasion. )