Free Verses by Nasir Aijaz from Sindh, Pakistan
Free Verses by Nasir Aijaz from Sindh, Pakistan
The Whispers of Indus River
Rambling along the banks of Indus River
I heard the whisperings.
"I'm the river, once called the Mighty Indus"
"Have a look at me. Am I still the Mighty?"
Sand dunes have emerged in my wide riverbed
Whirlwinds are there
Where once used to be whirlpools.
Look around you O' man
You will see the withering leaves
Of dried up trees
And the wilting plants
Across the farmlands
The humans and animals
Wandering for the water
To quench their thirst.
Don't you know O’ man?
The groundwater has
Turned arsenic
The forests and wildlife are fast vanishing
The entire ecosystem has been destroyed
In my lower riparian region
Creating the food insecurity
Posing the threat of a famine-like situation.
It was me, the Mighty Indus
Which gave birth to a great civilization
People worshiped my jewel-blue stream
While I hopped over the rocks happily
Emanating from the Himalayas
Flowing down thousands of kilometers
Traversing the mountains and plains
To meet the Sindhu Sagar, the Ocean
And the Rig-Veda, ancient Vedic Sanskrit hymns
Were composed sitting at my banks.
Are you listening to my whispers O’ man?
It was me, the Mighty Indus
That flowed down splashing
And curving gently through the forests along my banks
The people used to come for pilgrimage
And take a drink finding my water very refreshing.
The aroma of the forest was great.
Have a look at me, the Mighty River - the lifeline
Of hundreds of millions of souls
But you will now find only a dried up river.
Listen to me O’ man!
Scientists say, the glaciers are melting fast
Due to global warming
Causing the floods in the rivers.
If, it’s so,
Why there are no floods?
And the drought prevails in the lower riparian region
My Delta has been destroyed and the Ocean is intruding
Devastating the fertile lands and crops
And causing the extinction of marine life
Snatching the source of livelihood of millions of souls.
Let me tell you the truth O’ man!
The avaricious humans have built dams and barrages
And the Link Canals upstream
To block my flow towards the Ocean
And cultivate their own lands
Despite knowing they are working
Against the nature, ravaging this part of planet
But unknowing that the Nature will retaliate one day
And ruin them too.
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Unrequited Love
Nightingale sings the melodious songs at night
For her longing, love, and connection to the moon
Being a symbol of life, hope, eternity, and love,
The peace, prosperity, and reunion with loved-one.
Deep into full moon night,
Chakor too sheds its tears in longing,
Releasing the song of unrequited passion,
For its alluring beloved - the moon
Unattainable high in the skies.
He takes flight in a bid to meet the moon
But falls back to earth before the day break.
The love of Nightingale, and the Chakor
For the moon, remains unrequited
The moon itself shines by reflecting sunlight
Continuing its journey
Unaware of the loving birds of planet Earth.
So is my love for
The nature, people, humanity, cultures
And languages of the world.
Unlike the Nightingale and Chakor
I don't wait for the full moonlight
And sing the songs of love and peace all the time
Being first and the last love of my life
No matter it's unrequited.
(Poet’s note: As per Asian myth, deep into the full moon night, the Chakor or Chakur bird, also called Pheasant or Hill Partridge in English, takes failed flight to moon)
***
Dreams of Revolution and Freedom
What is the significance of dreams seen after sleep?
Dreams should be those that do not let you sleep.
I also keep seeing such dreams, like an old saying,
Dreams of economic, social revolution and national unity
That have not allowed me to sleep all my life.
But despite not realizing it in seven decades,
I have not stopped seeing such dreams.
Some of them are lying under the bed in my place, on which I sleep with my head every day,
Some of them are kept in the small cupboard next to it,
And some of them are lying between the pages of books.
Every night by opening the closet, laying my head on the bed or opening a book,
I go back to the world of these dreams.
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About Nasir Aijaz
Journalist, Author, Researcher and Poet
Nasir Aijaz, based in Karachi, the capital of Sindh province of Pakistan, is basically a journalist and researcher having spent over 48 years in the field of journalism. He won Gold Medal and another award for best reporting in 1988 and 1989. He has worked in key position of editor for newspapers and news agencies. He also worked as a TV Anchor (For Pakistan Television) for over a decade and conducted some 400 programs from 1982 to 1992 besides appeared as analyst in several programs on private TV channels. He also did dozens of programs on Radio Pakistan and some other private Radio channels. He is author of nine books on history, language, literature, travelogue and biography. One of his books ‘Hur – The Freedom Fighter’, a research work on war against the British colonial forces, also won a prize. Some of his other books are unpublished. Further, he translated a poetry book of Egyptian poet Ashraf Aboul Yazid, into Sindhi language, which was published in Egypt. Besides, he has written around 500 articles in English, Urdu and Sindhi, the native language of Sindh. He is editor of Sindh Courier, an online magazine and represents The AsiaN, an online news service of South Korea with regular contribution for eleven years. His articles have also been translated in Arabic and Korean languages. Some of his English articles were published in Singapore and India and Nigeria. He writes poetry in his native language Sindhi, and English. Very recently, some of his poems have been translated in Albanian, Italian and Greek languages and published there besides in Arabic language published in Egypt and Abu Dhabi. His English poems have also been published in Bangladesh, Kosovo, USA, Tajikistan, Greece, Italy and some other countries. Nasir Aijaz is one of the founding members of Korea-based Asia Journalists Association AJA. He has visited some ten Asian countries and attended international seminars.
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