Poem Time: Beyond the Wall

Poems are real fun to read.

I was happened to see This sweet poem written by shigufta uzman! just have a look at this poem!

Stonewalls from birth to death
Dared not to dream...
To take a step outside.
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Introduced to the colour black
Blank without vision
Without education...
Sometimes with bleak wisdom.
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To aspire beyond these walls
But stones remain unturned
These walls are huge barrier
To their belief.
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They cannot rise beyond...
Busy in household chores
From birth to death
Their life revolves, entrapped.
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They are culprit of their fate
Handicapped by fear...
Discriminated because of illiteracy
Deprecating the unread pages.
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The sullen look on their face
Reluctance to overcome...
The obstacles that life bestows
They blame their destiny.
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Choked their dreams...
Removed from reality
Suffocated in taboos
Rituals disable them forever.
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They are not doctors or nurses
Nor teachers...
Subservient to other belonging
And they remain widowed.
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Mothers, sisters and daughters
Forgo for generations
What could be their
But they could never have known.
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The difference between...
Right and wrong
The scripts remain unread
Who can be pardoned?
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For their undignified life
Or death...
In the shackles of norms
Who shall be blamed?


Also Read This Poem "Less Miserable":

1. Their life rotten in name of their race
The caste and creed…
The colour of their face
Or the faith they adhere to
I see them cursed.
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2. They had to be punished
For the sins…
Deeds of their previous birth
For the deed of their parents
For something not committed by them.
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3. They were born unfortunate
So this was their karma…
Their birth in homes
Torn in the war zones
It was their belief.
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4. The naked blood trickles
In the sand of dry skeletons
The children cry…
With the bombs exploding in the air
Like the fire works in the Diwali nights.
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5. They know how to handle guns
Their empty stomach yearning…
The legend of their innocence
The rubbles of their school
And the graves dug in their play ground.
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6. The teenagers conquered decaying love
Became soldiers of their soil
The coffin of their friends were aspiration
To die…
Without knowing how to dream.
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7. For generations…
They had witnessed genocide
The politicians played new the war games
To keep the fire burning…
They murdered every son of soil.
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8. Religion never had boundaries…
They let people exploit their faith
The miserable pair of hands and feet
Flame up in pyre…
And a mother’s empty cradle.
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9. The wound dried…
But not the scars of memories
The child palpitates for life
His weak shoulders can not bear
The burden of losing his home.
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10. For the less miserable…
Does dusk bring dawn
Does disillusion bring hope
Does war bring peace
So they could smile in their sleep.