Suhaane se din (Kavita)
Umangon me dobe Jawani ke din
Mehkti fizaye Suhane se din
Mujhe yaad aate purane wo din
Suhana Safar tha Suhane wo din
Wo pehle August ko Titan me aana
Nazren Mila ker fir nazren jhukaana
Wo Tagert ki khatir bahar ko jaana
Wo visa ki tension me office ko aana
Wo mousam ki garmi jalate hame
Per man ki wo aasha chalati hame
Vo visa ki khatir fir Hr se milna
Wo Kundan Sir se fir request kerna
Wo Visa Mila to fir Target ki tension
Wo TL ke gusse wa taane ka tension
Ludhakta Raha Mai sambhalta Raha
Sambhal kerke ke aage Mai badhta Raha..
Sambhalte huye fir mai Mashreq me aaya
Waqas se ne mujko gale se lagaya
Waqas Sir ki baatein mai sunta raha
Sambhal kerke aage Mai badta Raha
"Asad" Target ki tension na leta raha
Bus mehnat se aage hi badhta Raha...
Ballad of the Starving Children (Of Gaza) By Abdul Asad In Gaza’s night, so cold, so wide, A girl named Noor lay down and cried, No food, no light, no lullaby— Just mother's sob and father’s sigh. Her sister Hind, just five years old, Was found beneath the ashes cold. She clutched a piece of bread so tight, She died still hoping for a bite. Sweet Duniyah slept in her father’s chest, A final lullaby for her rest. The bombs had stilled her tiny breath, A cradle turned to dust and death. Another child lay near the stone, No voice, no pulse—just dust and bone. No toy remained, no gentle hand, Just silence in a shattered land. She said, “I saw my sister burn. She screamed for milk, none could return. The bombs don’t care for baby's name. We’re numbers now in hunger’s flames.” Young Yazan held a flag of white, But found no mercy in the night. He died while shielding sister’s head, A child’s last act before he bled. A girl named Layan wiped her tears, She said, “They ...
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