NATIONAL HIGHWAY
The lifeline of our lives is blocked;
And our ambitious hearts are cooked.
We have been falsely booked;
And our blood was,is and may be soaked.
All loot us in the way;
And there remains nothing to say.
The authorities used to be at bay;
But now ,they are present with the sun’s first ray.
The age of technology is nowhere;
And we are ordered to bear.
Here, modernity is not to share;
But it has taught us to tear.
The journey of our lives on it is unthinkable;
And with each passing day,we are becoming intolerable.
The sun ,in this part of the world,is unusable;
And it is looking like adjustable.
Please get up from the deep sleep;
Because We are getting wounds deep.
We are not even allowed to creep;
And there is noise pollution ,not allowing us to weep.
Before ending this piece of work,the female died on the road;
Because she wasn’t allowed to be on the humanitarian board.
She gave a nice speech without a word;
And the staff of that very hospital is not a mob but an animal herd.
COACHING CENTRES!
This menace has engulfed us from all the sides;
Because the students aren’t the students ,so they look for the business guides.
Syllabi never get complete and in between the truth and the falsehood,the gaps are big wides;
In the process,the waiters like me are told that today’s education is limited,not for all sides.
Morality is lost due to these so-called centres of education;
I think that it is the outcome of the topmost frustration.
When a nation is going to decline,it is the type of imagination;
And we are happy that without having quality education,we are facing this situation.
Why do we need coaching centres if the schools,colleges and universities are for the work ,done by these coaching centres?
Painting is a manifestation of freedom but if you fail in the tuitions ,you are surely among the livelihood earning painters.
The so-called conditions set by the society of education are necessary to follow ,if not then be ready to face the soul piercing taunters;
Instead,the noble profession of teaching is like a denter ,who dents a vehicle and is honoured amongst the denters.
Money is the main target of these innovations;
And the output of these institutions,are the false creations.
In the department of Chemistry,they go for the biological reactions;
And in this never ending cycle of things,it has given a smooth stage for the corruptions.
The roots of this business is too long to get;
And our gullible people cannot go for the truest bet.
When everything is quite dry,they look Fully wet;
Because they knew that our whole system of things is falsely set.
Book reading culture has gone away from the students in the false way;
And our students call it the only way of the truest ray.
They, being the jack of all trades and the master of none,think that they are following the truest bay;
In these rooms,they are taught to call the word no as nay.
Show-off is the attribute of this culture;
The administrators of this culture are more like a vulture.
They build the magnificent buildings in the thin air and forget all about any structure;
And they are the hardliners and can’t go for a new manufacture.
The main purpose of our education system is not visible;
Because when a nation is hating itself,why can’t be they invisible?
The real education teaches us to be tolerable;
But the Romeos from these institutions are intolerable.
At the end of the day ,come out of this intoxication;
If you don’t wake up now,we have to go always for an imitation.
We have to work very hard in order to have our own station;
Following others in a fashion is very easy,but having your own ,is a real fashion.
All have to think alike and look out for a remedy in the long run;
Time is precious ,game is near and we have to run.
To fight against the worldly affairs is a challenge like a nun;
Sometimes a true educand has to be wood,fire and a bun.
Honestly,I am tired of this nuisance.
Bring a real change so that we don’t look at these common nuisance.
THE DYING KASHMIRI LANGUAGE!
Our never beloved language is dying slow death;
Because it has lost its precious breath.
Everyday,there is a fake ceremony of Kashmiri language like a wreath;
And the people of America respect their identity like Seth.
This language is the custodian of our emotions;
And it has always looked for innovative creations.
It never looks for false temptations;
And has its own identity not to care for imitations.
Its literature has a lot of depth in it;
Because it is progressing bit by bit.
With changing targets,it is going to hit;
And in every sphere of life,it has to be fit.
From LalDed to Zareef Ahmad Zareef,it has a lot to offer;
Because it doesn’tcare for a coffer.
In the scorching heat,it always brings a nice shower;
And when all is flooded,it stands a tall tower.
Abdul Ahad Azad called a man the light of intelligence;
Because the man has lost how to go for a maintenance.
He also set the path for a total clearance;
Because his path was the path of tolerance.
Oh!my soul,get up and think about your destiny;
Because everyone doesn’t reach the destination but only a few among many;
This was the thought of a well-known kashmiri poet who didn’t run after money;
But tried his best to make the hemlock a sweet honey.
Habba Khatoon is waiting for his lover;
But no-one is ready to be her follower.
Her sighs pierce the stone hearted believer;
But we are not trying to be clever.
Shams Faqir had rendered his service in a nice way;
Because he had seen the reality of the life in the form of a divine ray.
He worked for the progress of humanity and called it a day;
And at the end of the day,he felt at bay.
Rasool Mir was a truly gem and got the highest honour;
And also he did everything to be a good donor.
He left this ephemeral world very sooner;
But the legacy left by him is like the Moon that has got the attribute of lunar.
Waza Mahmood tried to fight against the existing principles;
And he never looked
for the false drills.
He had dreams and the perfect wills;
And he had the originality of HG Wells.
Zareef Ahmad Zareef is a critic of the modern time;
Because Zareef hates to have the same kind of a rhyme.
He tries to assimilate the longing with the crime;
And his critical approach has the effect of lime.
Amin Kamil was a short story writer of full might;
And he had over the things exclusive right.
The rooster’s sighs made him champion of internal sight;
And he wept for innumerable nights due to blight.
Rahman Rahi is working for “Pai Chu Zulmat Wuzaan”and hammering the false road;
Because our beloved Rahman Rahi sir is looking too much bold.
He has set out on a long journey and has to hold;
And his words have the worth of precious gold.
At the end of the day,it is going to die;
Because its custodians are busy in the world of fake fry.
Now,I am going to only cry;
Because our sighs are never taken into account and there is no why.
Funds won’t take its legacy forward and make it alive;
Because our every human being isnot live.
We,as a community, like the waters of others and are happy to dive;
And we have nothing done in our lives and look for five.
Serious thinking should be done.
Without actual doing, nothing can be done.
Syed Mustafa Ahmad.
Hajibagh,HMT.
