Category Archives: Poems
Poem: Koi Jang Meri Na Khushiyan Ujaade by Ravi Nitesh (India)
Kahani nahi hai ye teri meri
Ye hai ek daastan dard bhari si,
Sarhad pe rehne walon se puchho,
Unke liye kya hain jeene ke maayne,
Vo kehte hain es saal fasal khoon ugi hai ,
Vo kehte hain baarish bhi badhiya hai aayi,
Dua bas hai honi itni kubool ab,
Mere khet me koi tank bomb na aaye,
Bagal ke jile me hai phulon ki kheti,
khushboo uski udkar mere khet aaye,
Dua bas hai honi, itni kubool ab,
Koi phool abki raunda na jaaye,
Na aaye yahan baarudon ki khushboo,
Sunayi na de mujhko cheekhein pukarein,
Maalik mere bas itna hi de,
Koi jang meri na khushiya ujaade….
*Painting by a Pakistani student, Mohammad Hamza. This painting is copyright of Aaghaz-e-Dosti.
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Poem: Kaash Main Ik Parinda Hoti… by Fatima Shah (Pakistan)
Kaash Main Ik Parinda Hoti
Pakistan bhi ghoomti India ki Sair bhi Karti
Masjid bhi ho aati, Mandir ka darshan bhi karti
Hunza aur Swat ki Vaadiyo mei Udti
Shimla aur Himalaya ka Tawaaf bhi kar aati
Kuch Yaadei Is Jagah, Kuch Lamhe Waha ke
Qaid Karti
Na Fauj, Na Sarhad ki Rok Tok
Kabhi India, Kabhi Pakistan Ho Aati..
Kaash Main Ik Parinda Hoti…
– Fatima Shah, Hunza (Pakistan)
*Painting by an Indian student. This painting is copyright of Aaghaz-e-Dosti
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Poem: khayalo ke safar-e-sarhad par.. by Varun Tyagi (India)
In khayalo ke safar-e-sarhad par jab hum musafir hue,
toh sare raah, ek patthar ke se, darakht-e-Bargadh se Mukhatib hue…
Kuchh baichan, hairan, kuch sawaalo se parehsan, hum ruke aur poocha…
ki is tapti dhoop mei, jo akad kar khade rehte ho, kya jalte nahi tum,
kya bilkul bhi jalte nahi tum…
Is aasmaan se tapakte in boondo ke khanjaro se, kya galte nahi tum,
kya bilkul bhi galte nahi tum…
Us chenaab, Sindhu ko choomkar aati thandi hawao mei, kya jhadte nahi tum,
kya bilkul bhi jhadte nahi tum…
Ye betarteeb, be maksad, betahasha daudti hui mukhtasir si Zindagi mei,
ek hi jagah barso khade rehkar, kya thakte nahi tum.
kya bilkul bhi thakte nahi tum…
Is khudgarzi ki abo hawa mei, bekhudi ka butt bankar, kya khapte nahi tum,
kya bilkul bhi khapte nahi tum…
Silsila mere sawalaat ka thama,
jab us darakht ne apna haal-e-dil bayan kiya…
ki jab taqseem ki jad mei ayi thi sadak-e-shershahi,
kuch ghar yaha jale thei, kuch ghar vahan jale thei,
us aag mei haan Tape thei hum, kuch zyaada hi tape thei hum…
kuch aankho se behte kajal ki Fuharo ne jab bhigoya tha hume,
us nami mei gale thei hum, kuch zyada hi gale thei hum…
Zor kisi hawa mei toh na tha, per jab Sindhu aur Chenab ko ajnabee hota dekha,
us shushk thandi insaniyat k sath, jhade thei hum,
kuch zyada hi jhade thei hum…
Is bemaksad see zindagi mei jab zindagi ko dum todte dekha tha,
tab insaniyat se thake thei hum, kuch zyada hi thake thei hum…
Aur zikr khudgarzi ka kya karein Raahgeer,
humne apno ko apno ki lassho ko dafnate/aag lagate dekha tha,
us roz sach mei khapp hi gaye thei, kuch zyaad hi khape thei hum..
Jo manzil ko tu pahunche musaafir toh bas yaad rakhna ki
is sarzameen ne jo behsarmi aur behayai ka manzar dekha tha,
us manzar ko dilo mei Dafan kare jal rahe hai hum,
kuch zyada hi jal rahe hai hum….
*Painting by a Pakistan student. This painting is copyright of Aaghaz-e-Dosti.
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Poem: “Peace is a Human Right” by a 7th Grade Indian Student
by Avnee Singh
Peace is a virtue, we all need
But sadly we acknowledge it seldom.
The nobel peace prize is valuable,
But we realize it at random.
Peace is actually every human’s right,
I wonder why we continue to fight?
I hope our dreams come true,
Peace and harmony truly come through.
– Avnee Singh, a 7th Grade student studying in Ecole Mondiale World School, Mumbai (India)
*Painting by a Pakistani Student. Copyright of the painting is with Aaghaz-e-Dosti
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Poem: Ye Sarhad Mujhe Aane Nahi Deti by Zebaish Shaikh (India)
Mera mann toh bahot hota hai,
mai aau, ghumo uspaar ko.
Par, kambhakt yeh sarhade
mujhe aane hi nahi deti hai!
Koshish bhi bahot si karti hu
Kaise taise mai aajau…
Par, kambhakt yeh sarhade
mujhe aane hi nahi deti hai!
Kuch hal mile toh batlana,
Yeh masla mujhe tangg karta hai.
Bezaar hokar chup ho jati hu,
par koshish meri jaari hai.
Kuch hal mile toh batlana,
Yeh masla mujhe tangg karta hai
Kuch hal mile toh batlana,
Mujhe shiddat se waha aana hai.
Chudi, Chunri, Chowk, Chaubaare,
Dargah, masjid jaana hai.
Chappa Chappa tumare sang
tum haath pakad yu dikhlaaana
ke yaad ho jaaye har rasta,
har raste tum mujhe le jaana.
Mera mann toh bahot hota hai,
mai aau, ghumo us paar ko.
Par, kambhakt yeh sarhade
mujhe aane hi nahi deti hai!
*Painting by a Pakistani student. Copyright of the painting is with Aaghaz-e-Dosti
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Poem: War…No way yaar! by Kushagara Singh (India)
by Kushagara Singh (India)
Uff!
Kitne Jhagde
Kitni Ladai
Battle of Plassey
Bhishan Yuddh Tarai
Beh gayi rakht ki nadhiyan
Phir bhi ‘sabhyata’ ki pyaas
Bhuj na paayi
Ye Panipat ye Haldighati
Bataye
Hai Koi
Jiske chehre par isne
Muskaane baati
Baar baar
Lagaataar
Na jaane kitne vaar
Kaun hai jeeta
Aur kiski hui haar?
Ab hi hai mauka
Saavdhaan!
Khabardaar!
Hoshiyaar!
Jang kha jaata hai loha
Tum toh ho sirf
Mitthi aur bayar
*Painting by an Indian school student. Copyright of the painting belongs to Aaghaz-e-Dosti.
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Poem: Saanjhi Viraasat
by Saeed Ahmed (Pakistan)
Yad Rakhna….
Baba Ji Guru Nanak Baba Farid aur Ghulam Farid Waris Shah Se Ghalib Tak..
Humary tumharay sanjhay hain
Tagore tumhara bhi hey Humara bhi hey
Bedi ho ya Krishan Chander
Manto ho ya Ismat
Amrita ho ya Sahir
Humaray tumharay sanjhay hain
Shakir ali aor gujral
Maqbool Fida Hussain aor Sadquain
Ravi Shanker ho ya Anil Biswas
Lata Mangeshkar
humari bhi Tumhari bhi hey
Dilip ho ya madhubala
Nargis aur meena kumari
Tumhari bhi hey Humari bhi hey
Tehzeeb bhi aik hey Tareekh bhi aik hey
Culture aur zubaan bhi aik hey
Lubas aur addaat bhi aik hain
Dono iss dharti ore virsay kay maalik hain
Yad hey tumhain
Tez Aandhi chali aur Aag lagi thee
Mailay mein hum kho gaye thay
Aaj milay hain toh Kaisi khushi aur chamaak hey
Humari mohabat ghaer mashroot hey
Aaghaz-e-dosti hey
Ab is ka anjam Aaghaz-e-dosti ho ga
Humhri Tumhari dosti Kay beech mat Aana
Koi hukmran ho ya samraj Suun lo
Bhagat Singh Humara bhi Tumhara bhi hey…
*Painting by an Indian school student. Copyright of the painting belongs to Aaghaz-e-Dosti.
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Poem: Are Synonyms, Antonyms?
by Shruti Sharma (India)
I like catching up with friends and sometimes even with strangers. So do you.
And so do all other beings on this planet.
I also like hugs. Both giving and taking them. You do too.
I like sharing a meal, eating from the same plate. I leave the last bite for the other person.
Try recalling the number of times you have done this too.
I like it when a friend smiles at me from a distance.
I like it more if a stranger smiles from the same distance.
So do you.
I like spreading love, spreading it to every corner of the world. So do you.
Love has the power to heal.
I like my mother and father. I also like my grandparents, brothers and sisters.
You like them too.
I smile when I am happy. I cry when I am sad. But I have also cried out of immense laughter. So have you.
I do sleep every night, some nights a little late when I have assignments the next day. I also use a blanket on cold nights and miss home when I am away. So do you.
I love eating everything my mother cooks. So do you.
It has a special aroma.
I also listen to songs, new and old with my brother and father. So do you.
I wait for holidays just like you do. I wake up late too.
When I fall, I bleed. You do too.
When I fight, I cannot sleep at night. Nor can you.
When someone pokes me I want to poke them back harder, but I have learnt that it is easier to talk to the other person and tell them to stop.
You have learnt this too.
If I am a Raja, you are a Sultan. If I am a Pandit, you are a Maulvi.
If I am a Hindu, you are a Muslim. If I am an Indian, you are a Pakistani.
The sameness perplexes me. Can synonyms ever be used as antonyms? No.
Why then do we create borders? Why then do we make one, two?
Why then do we create antonyms?
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Poem: A voice – too weak?
by Warda Irum (Pakistan)
A voice too weak is a voice of peace
Given to us as something more of a lease
Passive, fragile, and seems not to excite . . .
A voice—too weak does not seem right?
For, war and aggression are our biological heritage
Somehow we‘re bound to express that *holy rage*
Inherently flawed owing to our *original sin*
The goodness in us actually cannot win
So, that’s what they call the problems of *nature*
That has made us the worst of every creature
So, they yell at us and say out loud: . . .
“The voice too weak is the voice of peace”
Nobody is born with all these traits
And living like that is not our fate
Their specious believe is how incredible . . .
They make war then say war’s inevitable!!
Engulfed with fears that if peace prevails,
Where will go the *heroes of war* and their tales?
So, the Ideas of peace they will always curtail,
But there’s no nobility in war let it be unveil,
All the nobility and goodness belongs to peace
Let the tolerance reign so that hostilities may cease
Unity in diversity, harmony in co-existence
Let’s accept each other with no pretense
Give this flickering hope it’s all full release,
So the sufferings of humanity it may decrease
And we don’t yell, we say with peace:
A voice-too weak isn’t a voice of peace,
A voice too strong is the voice of Peace!!
*Painting by an Indian school student. Copyright of the painting belongs to Aaghaz-e-Dosti.
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Poem: Chal chhod bhi de, ab maan bhi ja
by Zebaish SK (India)
Painting by a Pakistani student
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