My Heart Bleeds

My heart bleeds Weeps and reads The message is on wall We want no hatred call What a response from poetic souls? Divya khan* and shazia batool * Do the heart weeps that side too? What a feeling from heart that is true Shahzia Batool We are not impotent We all need peace No matter our joint-skies are packed With alarming lightening and the thundering clouds No matter our not-gods are behaving silly Undeserving to rule the throne of hearts The Director of the stage of life directs only love-stories Written in the ink of peace We are but the loyal actors We shall act out the role of peace We shall sing the notes of ease Composed on a harp of love and joy Though we are dwelling in terrible times But we have the voices strong to say: We are not “the hollow-men” We are not “the stuffed-men” Do not try to make us cry We say NO to the war-cry… Raised by the thundering clouds! ! ! Diya Khan Though we are dwelling in terrible times But we have the voices strong to say: We are not “the hollow-men” We are not “the stuffed-men” Do not try to make us cry We say NO to the war-cry… Raised by the thundering clouds! ! ! Hasmukh Mehta: -I am moved dear Why should there be any fear? We wish happiness in independence year Let music and melody of joint anthems rock the ears * Poetical messiahs from across Pakistan