We Poets of Change ~ Ode to The Power of Poetry ~


O Thou, Heavenly Hellenic Linguist,
What tales did unfold inside caves,
What stories uncloaked, in waves
Of signs symbols and patterns,

sets of lines dashes, seen in lit lanterns, all
in a balance, all in rhythmic meters net,
deciphering letters, forming words, shaped
into a ‘made up thing’ named poietes”,


You stepped in tracing transforming
making joys into journeys, voices into
voyages on high seas, revealed monsters
demons, deities wise and goddesses naïve,

Unraveled kingdoms, inspired feats of
Herculean strength touching the grandeur
of Rome, magnificence of emperors, racing
gilded chariots, defeating Troy, killing Achilles.

You made the Great Islands overflow with
linguistic jewels, Regained Lost Paradise, restored
the monarchy, transitioning to the wonders of
Renaissance. Your revelation of Epics of Art and Word,

led to the great Enlightenment, as civilized Empires
spread across the Sahara Deserts. You related lines
and lines of mighty battles, shining armor and victories
These tales inspired millions, adopted your style and diction.

You laid the foundations of recording fact and fiction,
“the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings” that all
humans are kin to, you gave the theory” to see the thing
in itself as it truly is” “the velvet footsteps of Spring” that-

softly touched the senses and brought forth Romanticism.

Encompassing other branches of the lingual system your
great adventure gave birth to Persian and Urdu in the South
Asian region. You caused the Chain of Change, with charm.
You were present in the Courts of Kings and Emperors –

Emerging as the Ghazal form, representing, love, romance and
social reflection. People enjoyed the expression recitation and
expression, as new phrases devices and techniques converged.
With your power, nations experienced the change of fate –

Blessing of freedom, when Dr Allama Iqbal Poet of East, instilled
the spirit of “Self Discovery”, awakening the Muslim nation
to the true realization, strength of faith and the Right Path.
He wrote-

Koi andaza kr sakta hai uss ke zor e bazoo ka
Nigah e mard e momin se badal jati hain taqdeerein

Can anyone even guess at the strength of his arm?
by the glance of a true believer even destiny is changed,


You Changed the state of the human world every time it
was in pain grief and segregation, you gave hope, uplifting
suffering souls, bringing them together , creating peace
You are a bridge of sustenance comfort and positivity-

Your makers are now more, more than a hundred thousand
You have proved the function that is your special feature
To inspire, motivate, provide catharsis, instruct and delight-
your need was never ignored nor ever felt urgent as of today!

Come it is almost September the World awaits you –


Your Coming is sacred and holy, the planet is burning
smoke is rising, war threatens innocent generations , they
look up to YOU- Lead Them to The Long Awaited “CHANGE”
with Peace and Togetherness, as you did in the past-

Poetry Your Power To achieve The best for this world
will never be in doubt- September is the season of apples
let us raise our hands in prayer thank the Almighty and
with joy happiness and forgiveness , fill all the barrels.

Poetically ~ A Light Shines Through ~


cool breeze asks

who is the beloved

where is the special rosebush?

in the snowy mountains?

or near the wooden porch,

where squirrels nibble peanuts,

where tall pine trees welcome rare visits by dancing bears,

where water drops freeze,

to floatlike small pancakes

in sweetenedclear cold meandering waters,

but hark, it is imagination at play

randomly in a trance, in lockdownas I pray,

I see somewhere in the celestial hemispheres

a light shines through.

Poetic Power ~ We Poets

May be an image of 13 people
At DESI WRITER”S LOUNGE F 6 Islamabad

We poets,
doing poetry,forever
restless,uneasy

We poets,
thinking deeply,forever
restless,uneasy,

can never breathe
peacefully nor sleep
soundly,

We poets,
seek the light, in shadows
dark,lengthening,

Our words become swords,
cutting through crevices,
revealing yet,darker alleys,

We poets,
hold truth, write truth,
delight and instruct,

We poets,
spread love, comfort
people, heal suffering

We poets,
love nature, sacrifice
create awakening.

We poets,
hope,trust, care
change for better.

For Mr Paul Brookes ~Wombwell Rainbows~ National Insect Week , 21 – 27 June 2021 ~ The Prettiest Butterfly ~ A Letter to Nano ~

Grand children are nature’s greatest blessing and I am profoundly blessed Alhamdolilah.

When my illness and a major surgery became a matter of grave concern for the family,this love filled letter and art work made me cry.Tears kept flowing for long.
I realized how love flows from the tender hearts, instils new life with warmth comfort and peace, curing all pain and suffering.

The sweetest letter from my grand daughter Sana Fatima Mir (my younger daughter Mahwish D Haider’s daughter)

For Mr Paul Brookes-Wombwell Rainbows~National Insect Week 21st – 27th June 2021 ~ Cockroaches

Blattodea

Omnivorous Blattodea

C Carboniferous Period records ancestral origins

O Of the Order of Blattodea cockroaches

C Capable of tolerating wide range of climates

K Knowledge of “Light and number of cockroaches decide their destination”.

R Reared in isolation German cockroaches behave differently.

O Omnivorous scavengers.

A Ancient group, arctic cold to tropical heat adapters.

C Chewing mouthparts are a special physical feature.

H Habitats of wide range are dwelling places.

E Eat human flesh -bite both living and dead,

S Since classical antiquity -depend socially, transfer info, shelter in groups.

For Mr Paul Brookes Wombwell Rainbows ~ World Ocean Day 2021 ~ Water is Hurt ~

“Water is Hurt”

O’ Poseidon bestowed with the power unique
tell us the secret of the two seas that do not meet
yet flow with different colors, wave by wave, move
by move, side by side, a perfect acceptance of diversity,

Poseidon speaks, ‘Man is nothing without the Gods’
oceans or skies the sole power is with the Creator
who loves clear open hearts, He blocks nothing nor
builds walls, see my home has no doors nor windows’

All are free to enter, float, sail, swim dive or dig
I am full of food, fish, color, charms and treasures
but many living beings are careless, inconsiderate
they throw harmful waste trash plastic on and in me.

Water will not become less but will be a source of
trouble for human beings themselves, the dead will
float the dying will cry and curse, the thought makes
me shudder, storms surge, waves rise to great heights,

Water is hurt, it is red now with blood and scales
breathing is difficult, inhale a struggle, exhale an
ordeal, oil blocks unmarked uncharted paths
Oceanides no longer accept offerings from fans.

Home state worries Oceanus, growing more old
countless pennies coins of gold, are useless down
on the sea bed, worthless is such a treasure which
sinks and loses its values, shines and becomes cold.

A revenge rising tsunami results, as the grand
bowl shakes, jolts, jumps and throws up-
beware O’ People …I envision a huge surge…
sing not any songs nor lie naked on the beach

Pray pray pray peace, repentance forgiveness seek

Poetic Power ~ Blessings Gratitude and Fun

My way of having fun
would be with children
playing in Winters
in the sun…
feeling joy and peace
The toys would be paper
and color pencils
or crayons
In Summers watching
sunsets and stars
finding constellations
would be Treasure Hunt

Fun would be among the trees
or watching a flower show
each child itself like
a flower so
no shopping no buying
though chocolate cake
or brownies would be OK

guessing objects in a bag
in circle time tags
thanking asking telling
sharing helping caring
each to feel equal and
each to be good
each to have respect
each to have understood

my way of having fun
would be to be with children
all happy,all at peace
no bombs or a gun

In Collaboration with Mr Paul Brookes Wombwell Rainbows~Artists ~ Writers~ NAPOWRIMO 2021 ~ Day 31~

In Response to Art Work by Kerfe Roig

Where have all the children gone?
Why kids are the target one by one?
It is not the Pied Piper this time-
nor the rodents nor mosquitos-
Can it be the monster animal hate?
That has surfaced hugely of late-
armed with guns bombs and knees
how can they rule the world, calling
“freeze”.
Children are the colors of life,joy and
smiles,innocent spirits full of love
Earth will be so empty quiet and dull
if they are no more here, and more above.

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