Don't dream, when you can't make it real. They're only fictions anyway - Moddi, A Sense of Grey

Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance, in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance, when you're perfectly free - Rumi

Apr 15, 2012

Pak Sar Zameen Ka Nizam, Quwat-e-Akhuwat-e-Awam

I thought up the following verses one night when Karachi was going through a series of ethnic violence and attacks. I am not at all an expert in Urdu poetry so whatever mistakes are found, please forgive. 






I want to acknowledge Maryam Reza, Ali Ahmed and Bilal Sheikh for being awesome and helping me out with it. 


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7 comments:

  1. badshaApril 16, 2012 at 12:56 AM

    quite nice if i may say so :) well done!

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  2. NewbieAround.April 17, 2012 at 7:57 PM

    Oh my! this is so well written! Thumbs up!!

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  3. RehanApril 29, 2012 at 6:28 PM

    wah wah! kya shayari hai :)

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  4. RehanApril 29, 2012 at 8:26 PM

    If I may make a small suggestion, in the interest of balance, I think the 'hum tau' can be omitted from the second line of the last shair...it's implied anyway. But I love that shair though, I'm tweeting it!

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    1. A.April 29, 2012 at 8:35 PM

      Thanks! Actually my friend typed it for me in the Urdu font and I don't have the patience to edit it. Haha. But thanks for the appreciation and for the suggestion.

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  5. Ali May 6, 2012 at 9:22 AM

    I am awesome.

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