A Song On Resurgence Of The Earth

War
Begins with the tears,
And peace with smiles.

Peace
Is an enslaved damsel that the warriors:
The guardians of peace captured
And imprisoned her
Amid the walls by force.

What type of life this is,
That the thought of death
Never releases us even for a moment;
Upon my colonies falls
Depression from the sky,
And in dread,
The breasts of mothers have dried.

In my infertile land
Peace does not grow;
It is a an indoor plant
Of the land of the descending Sun
Which is exported to favourite countries
And so is earned the foreign exchange.

The deprived people,
Like us can not afford peace;
For us life is harder than the war,
But life in the clutches of death,
Is demanding its own right.

Come!
Let us compose a new song,
On resurgence of the Earth.

(Written by Jawaaz Jafri Translated by Muhammad Shanazar)

poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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