Far across the death valley, I hear voices
A sound that comes from beyond the hills
It sounds familiar, but distinct
As if indifferent to the rain of blood
It comes pure and innocent
For gun and smoke do not implode within
It hates noise so the blasts do not occur
It speaks original so lies do not behold
It sings from far, far across the space
From dimensions quite alien
Yet it jingles in my heart
And echoes in my brain
And that tells me why
It comes without a messenger
For this is within my seeing
Imprinted on my soul
And inherent in my being
And I was the candle
Searching for light
I was the flower in the spring
The final message in times
Why would I scream?
“Thirsty!” When I was stream
But I am a drop and will not sink
Neither in depths nor into brink
I am not to be left behind
Or even to flow with the tide
For I am to rise above its glide
The drop that rises from the mouth of the torrents
Toward the Sun smiling at the little form
Sailing in the wind into the clouds’ enigma
The chaste of a unicorn in the soar of an eagle
Between fogs in the haze, in flight in the mist
It blocks flares of sun, suffers strokes of heat
It rises to form, it congeals to occur
The drop of water, the fresh spatter of rain
That brings life, and love
Which ends the draught of death
It comes to say
And together we speak, together we know
“The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death”
- Sohaib Rahman
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its amazing and thought provking i thinhk every young must join this for their beloved country, keep it up sohaib where u dot this wonderful poem, why dont you insist my boys to jin this
The following poem exhibits and portrays a descriptive review of the current situation in the south-east Asian region. The happenings in this region; the bomb shelling; slaughter and massacre is described with a blend if human emotions and a voice of oppression. Parallel to this theme, a feeling of optimism and a ray of hope is also depicted to engross encouragement among the readers. As a whole, the poem is a fine blend of art of emotions and enthusiasm, aimed at bringing a change around!
Change,evolution,progress require no money,no arms,no power but it requires a STEP TO BE TAKEN … a step known as the 1ST STEP … and Mr. Sohaib , judging him from this poem .. has already made his mind for the CHANGE and has taken the 1ST STEP …
Best of luck Sohaib !!
wao!
Thanks a lot for your response guys! The change – influenced by these voices – is embedded within the persona of each and every one of us; these voices are a stimulus to wake up that sleeping part of our own self. And yes! This is the time for this evolution of self-correction to begin. This is how transformations within individuals produce revolutions in society and, Insha’Allah, this is how we will begin on our journey of change.