SHAHID KHATTAK's Blog (5)

in a dream

One day in a dream,
i find myself at the bank of a bay,
i so will remember the time,where the sun floats up the sky,
where from a lake a mist has spread,
where green sea flowers ever grown,where dew on the green leaves spread,
where there is no despair,fear and slavery,
where there is only perfect happiness,hope,love ,truth and liberty.

Added by SHAHID KHATTAK on March 3, 2010 at 11:00am — No Comments

who is coloured

This poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2008, Written by an

African Kid





When I born, I black

When I grow up, I black

When I go in Sun, I black

When I scared, I black

When I sick, I black

And when I die, I still black



And you white fellow

When you born, you pink

When you grow up, you white

When you go in sun, you red

When you cold, you blue

When you scared, you yellow

When you sick, you… Continue

Added by SHAHID KHATTAK on August 31, 2009 at 12:43pm — 1 Comment

loneliness

My loneliness increases every day,
I feel myself on a far off bay
Love never dies it is said
But i have seen her dead
Journey is on and going on
But you know life moans
No one cares, no one is there
As i have lost me here
Is there any one to listen me
The stone of earth has bitten me
No heeler all charmers here
I have gone every where.

Added by SHAHID KHATTAK on July 22, 2009 at 1:51pm — No Comments

And they were killed

It was not a different evening in any respect in the far off district of Pakistan,the three cousins rubi,shehla and rizwana were preparing food for the family.At 9.00 PM they decided to sea shehla boy friend,when they came out of their home they were spotted by one of the male family members and that was the end of their story,they were braught back to home along with the boy and the family members decided to kill all four at the spot because they have violated the law of the society where to… Continue

Added by SHAHID KHATTAK on July 10, 2009 at 1:28pm — No Comments

suicide

I often think about suicide
than i think i would be died
the people ll be gathered around me in a crowed
and i ll be in a white shroud
my mother ll be weeping
and the priest ll ne briefing
about the uncertainty of life
that its just like a cut kite
but after a few days there ll ne no pain
and my death ll go invain
so i hve decided to fight
for my life and my rights

Added by SHAHID KHATTAK on June 30, 2009 at 12:30pm — No Comments

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