Posts Tagged ‘Poem’
“No Name” & “Withdrawal” – Two Poems Of Prof. Shaheena Asif From Her Book “The Ordinary Woman”
May 17th, 2011 | 
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NO NAME
Daughter
Sister
Wife
She has no name
She has no face
She is a woman
WITHDRAWAL
Laughter
Innocence
Trusting loving heart
Lost in the
Eddies of life
Frightened
I hide from
This world
As Long As – A Poem By Prof. Shaheena Asif From Her Book “The Ordinary Woman”
“As Long As”
What I wear
You don’t care
Talking to me
But looking
At the car key
Tired too busy
Business dinners
Late nights
Where you go
I need not know
Too long to be mine
The black hair
On your shoulder shines
The lipstick shade
Though light
On your collar so bright
On your body
A strange perfume for days
Lingers on in many ways
I shall ignore this
And much more
As long as
You are kind to the children
And pretend to like me
On Hysterectomy – A Poem By Prof. Shaheena Asif From Her Book “The Ordinary Woman”
“ON HYSTERECTOMY”
Like dried branches
Like earth hard and cracked
Like grass turned brown
Lifeless but alive
Scared for life
Pretending smiling
Exhausted insecure
Secretly terrified
Dear womb
The surgeons knife
Cured the disease
But
Left me dying inside
Love – A Poem By Prof. Shaheena Asif From Her Book “The Ordinary Woman”
LOVE ?
Who will love me?
When I am –
Beautiful and dutiful
Joking and laughing
Healthy and wealthy
Kind and helpful
Just any body and everybody
Who will love me?
When I am –
Sad and bad
Demanding and commanding
Lazy and crazy
Fat and ugly
Unwell and poor
Just no body and nobody
Pakistan – A 75 Years Old Poem
The following poem written by my late father, Syed Shahab Uddin Ahmad (1919-2000) former Lecturer of Chemistry, Aligarh Muslim University, Principal, Charmical Degree College Rangpur (East Pakistan), Academic Registrar, Rajshahi University (East Pakistan), G.M. Lyallpur Chemicals & Fertilizers Limited (PIDC & NFC) Jaranwala & General Manager, National Fertilizers Corporation of Pakistan, was originally published in the DAWN in early 40’s. Later on, this poem was also published by Syed Sharif Uddin Peerzada, in a book titled ” UNPARDONABLE CRIME OF JINNAH ” in October 1942. One of the rarest copies of this book is with me.
” P A K I S T A N “
They say ’tis “vivisection”
Of the Indian nation
In an unknown fashion.
It is an idler’s dream,
A confused scream
For a selfish scheme.
‘Impracticable’
‘Unimaginable’,
Is how they babble.
And when meet their seers,
With crocodile tears
They expose their fears.
But these are morbid libels
From sworn but feigned infidels,
Wearing varied labels.
Preposterous, pretentious,
Hypocritical notions.
Disguised resolutions.
Phantastic desire.
To be India’s sire.
Is what they aspire.
In the name of democracy,
With numerical supremacy,
Is their game of diplomacy.
But we can’t be daunted
By sarcasms taunted.
Or vain fears haunted.
We want India’s deliverance,
To save it from decadence.
And without a vengeance.
A home for us secure.
Also for them quite sure.
Without a basely lure.
On justice, fairplay, equity
Behold Pakistan’s quality
Won’t it stand till eternity?
In Memory of Quaid-e-Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah – Founder and Father of Pakistan
