O’ there they come, I thought I would never see them again, how I
have wept, shed countless leafy tears, trembled, swayed, shook with fear,
braced many storms as they struck and
thought of my Parent Gardeners. Why did they leave me, the world is cruel so
O’ my tortured trunk, limbless, disabled, dried,how will they
feel. They are sad at their friends
sudden passing away. They have come for condolence.He was the only neighbor who
kept the lane clean, planted a flower bush outside his house and sometimes
parked his car in my shade. I let him for I knew he loved all plants. I can
never forget how he took a stand against his own father to save me when the lane
was being laid tiled, everyone wanted the trees uprooted but he stood in my
The same green car which stood in my shade for so many years, I covered it with my flowers and
onlookers said, ‘where is the groom?’ it looked so beautiful with purple
flowers all over it and my kind gardeners let them stay, they never swept them
I remember how lovingly they planted me where my roots are firm
still but I am not the same I will never be…
‘They are standing in front of me, they are sad very sad and I
cannot reach out to hug them thank them for all the loving moments, days months
and years, they shared with me. Some cruel people have mercilessly amputated my
arms, made me disabled incapable of bearing flowers…
How lovely were the sunny days when the kids of the family came
and held me lovingly touched me caressed me and held my flowers with full
smiles, they made me so happy
Now, I am just a pole for a letter box, some consolation but I will not last
War broke out on the Eastern Front Border of West Pakistan as it was known as such since its birth in 1947.East Pakistan was a thousand miles away with Indian land in between.Travelling from West to East was either by air or by sea.This gap affected the relationships on both sides and then the enemy is always ready to grab a chance.
It was late September or early October in 1971 This was the second time the conflict escalated. The previous clash in 1965 saw me in college but this time I was a young mother with a two month old baby. Returning by road in a driver driven car our destination was the city of Lahore. Home duty and responsibility forced me to travel. With a baby in my lap accompanied by my young brother in law we bravely drove on. When we reached near the city, the main bridge on the River Ravi was under attack. I heard air raid sirens the sound of jets and the strafing of bullets. We stopped right there on the roadside the place is known as Shahdara also famous for the tomb of the Mughal Emperor Jehangir. I looked out, sat numb,not knowing what to do, held the baby tight, I noticed that the area had lots of palm trees on the side we had stopped...my brother quickly helped me out of the vehicle and we managed to take cover against the closest of trees.Sound of firing kept coming, then a few seconds later two big blasts sounded with loud booming effects.As quickly as they came, the planes were chased away by our air defense forces. A few more minutes and the 'All Clear'' sirens blared. Slowly the traffic began moving. We continued our journey and soon reached home safely across the bridge which remained undamaged. A terrifying experience.
Many soldiers sacrificed their lives for the country.
who die for country martyrs in honor, alive heaven's angels all
Photograph of Shahdara Bagh in the Mughal Rule Era in Indo Pak Subcontinent.
They came to see the girl , they had to choose, and then she was chosen all the time the boy and the boys mother,sat looking at her,she was frozen wonder what they had in mind, what they expected, what they saw in reality, her fair color, smoothness of skin, length of hair and body, style of femininity the tea trolley had felt heavy as she pushed it in the living room, steps heavy on the carpeted floor, eyelids dropping with sleep, she glimpsed a fat belly wondered whose was it in the family chosen for her, for future life and living ‘tea has a good taste, did you make it ? a croaky voice sounded tight n chilling she dared not raise her eyes, she was not supposed to typical Eastern attitude of shyness, maturity, submissiveness, obedience, acceptance,service n servitude she was relieved when the party left,it was a routine now, coming serving smiling pouring tea, waiting getting up, saying salam and then regretting she was now beginning to enjoy playing the game of ‘ Being Chosen’ fairy tale in home forest, trees unseen , freezing icy, like Queen Frozen she knew she would never be chosen, life is not a contest nor it is funny she would make her own story, this was all done with honey and money
The prompt for today: write a poem (any form; rhyming or not) that includes the word “shed” or a form of the word. I expect to see lots of diversity in the posts for today. Shed your inhibitions and let your imaginations run with it!
my spirit feels light after shedding tears
that were bringing fears, thoughts of one
unwell and suffering,
how long can one remain in a dull damp shed,
head down, waiting hoping praying
Come Come Come'
the sun has shed off its covering
the clouds are sailing away