<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=544821" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>America–A Black Wall</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(1) <br>The brand is that of Harnam Das, but the benefit goes to America<br>The fools are trying that the sun of America does not set. <br>The poor had tears in their eyes in the past, they are still in sorrow.<br>Birla is celebrating Diwali, but the oil burning in his lamp belongs to America.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the oppressed of the world have discovered this secret, <br>That America has encamped under the shades of the wealthy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">America is just a broker, everybody knows this fact.<br>That’s why, O friend, I detest the name of America.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To live at the strength of others is not a manly thing.<br>We will recognise you Jalib, if you reject the obligation of America.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(2) <br>India belongs to me, and Pakistan too is mine.<br>But America has pitched its tent in both the countries. <br>While eating the wheat given in aid, we have been cheated. <br>Don’t ask us, how much we’ve praised America’s whims and vagaries.<br>Even then, this valley of flowers is surrounded by magazines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">India belongs to me, and Pakistan too is mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Khan Bahadur, you must break ties with Englishmen.<br>Their hands have reached again up to our collars.<br>Macmillan could not be yours, how could you think that Kennedy is with you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">India belongs to me, and Pakistan too is mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This land, O dear friend, is the land of workers and peasants.<br>A few households won’t be allowed to rule this land.<br>How long will last the night of repression, the dawn is come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">India belongs to me, and Pakistan too is mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(Translated from the Urdu by: Arjumand Ara)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Habib+Jalib">Habib Jalib</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=544821" data-title="America–A Black Wall de Habib Jalib" data-description="(1) The brand is that of Harnam Das, but the benefit goes to America The fools are trying that the sun of America does not set. The poor had tears in their eyes in the past, they are still in sorrow. Birla is celebrating Diwali, but the oil burn..."></div> </div> </div>

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