My Reflections

I Koi hamse milne aaya hai Naye khwab dikhane aaya hai Naye wa’de aur da’we lekar Koi neta gali men aaya hai Mzdooron ko kaam milega Insaaf milega mazloomon ko Daulat ki ab baarish hogi Gharibi ka naam na hoga Aman chain ka aalam hoga Sarhad bhi mahfooz rahega Dahshatgard ko takkar dene Ek saahab aisa aayega Asmaan ki bulandi par Is desh ko phir pahunchaayega Aise hi sab wa’de lekar Koi neta gali mein aayaa hai     II Zalim aaya zulm mitane Qatil munsif bankar aayaa Aam aadmi ka sahara lekar Ameeron ki hukoomat aaii Rahzan aaya rahbar bankar Fitna naye purane laaya Qaid se baahar mulzim aaya  Qaaed ban aiwaan mein aaya Mujrim kuchh is shaan se aaye Be khatar be khauf se aaye Darbaare watan mein jo pahle aaye Kuchh Shaah aur saahab aaye

Blood stained newspapers with headlines giving statistics of death, blown up human bodies shown on TV screens, suicide by farmers in debts, hunger death, homicide, riots; are the harsh realities of our daily life. Can we escape it, I wonder. I wish, may there be no news of death whenever I pick up my morning newspaper. Alas, my wish never comes true. The human beings if not killed by fellow human faced beings, die due to severity of inclement weather. There was a siege of a café in Australia where two hostages and the lone terrorist were killed. Then there was a dance of macabre by ghastly terror act in army school of Pakistan. Innocent children were butchered by devils. Next day, the Pakistan army killed more than 50 in its restive province in retaliation claiming they all were terrorists. Yesterday, there were killings in Assam, and elsewhere people died due to inclement weather. My heart trembles in fear what is in today’s store. Today’s shroud and coffin and grave and pyr