BENAZIR ki yaad mein - Page 3

does any1 read the new book of Benazir published on feb 12. 😊

Bay misal-o-benazir
zinda dil zinda zameer
dukhtar-e-shaheed bhuttu
jaan-e-nusrat ki taeed
pekar-e-fiker-e-jadeed
ehad-e-taza ki naveed
kamrani ki musheer
Bay misal-o-benazir
motabar hai unka naam
usko janey jag tammam
wo hain tasveer-e-awaam
rehnumai unka naam
haq numai ki aseer
Bay misal-o-benazir
amiron se wo lari
jabiron se na dari
sir per jab mushkil pari
her jagah dat ke khari
sahib-e-talwar-o-teer
Bay misal-o-benazir
hami hai jhamur ki
hum zanab mazdoor ki
charah ger majbuur ki
pasban dastoor ki
admiyat ki safeer
Bay misal-o-benazir
wo to bari taaq hai
alamat-e-wafaq hai
wo to bay baak hai
is ki jami dhaak hai
ba waqar-o-ba toqeer
Bay misal-o-benazir
dukhtar ke mashreeq hai wo
hurmat-e-azriq hai wo
eesaar ki shafaq hai wo
rehber berhaq hai wo
wo hamari hai ameer
Bay misal-o-benazir
zinda dil zinda zameer

Originally posted by: cutestar

Bay misal-o-benazir
zinda dil zinda zameer
dukhtar-e-shaheed bhuttu
jaan-e-nusrat ki taeed
pekar-e-fiker-e-jadeed
ehad-e-taza ki naveed
kamrani ki musheer
Bay misal-o-benazir
motabar hai unka naam
usko janey jag tammam
wo hain tasveer-e-awaam
rehnumai unka naam
haq numai ki aseer
Bay misal-o-benazir
amiron se wo lari
jabiron se na dari
sir per jab mushkil pari
her jagah dat ke khari
sahib-e-talwar-o-teer
Bay misal-o-benazir
hami hai jhamur ki
hum zanab mazdoor ki
charah ger majbuur ki
pasban dastoor ki
admiyat ki safeer
Bay misal-o-benazir
wo to bari taaq hai
alamat-e-wafaq hai
wo to bay baak hai
is ki jami dhaak hai
ba waqar-o-ba toqeer
Bay misal-o-benazir
dukhtar ke mashreeq hai wo
hurmat-e-azriq hai wo
eesaar ki shafaq hai wo
rehber berhaq hai wo
wo hamari hai ameer
Bay misal-o-benazir
zinda dil zinda zameer

excellent👏👏👏

😊

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Word Count: 1

Though her eyes have never settled
into your gaze
Your unwavering path has transcended
matters of sex
a lust for power, for freedom's lure
Propagating in high volume
Transmitting waves lilted low enough
to reach the
Growing needs
Of a gifted young girl sequestered beneath the layers of a damaged heart…

Layers that threaten 'lie down'
for condemnation abounds
Layers that threaten 'hang your head low'
don't show
That proud matriarchal strength
… honor of the grande dame
… legacy in Indira Ghandi
… grace of Ellen Johnson Sirleaf
… resilience of Ruth Perry
… determination of Eugenia Charles
… Tutsi in Sylvie Kinigi
… fire in Shirley Chisholm

She watches as condemnation tips the spears
Of political analysts and fearful false leaders
Who impose the very terror they attempt
to wash out
Onto 'weaker vessels', onto humankind

Today, she wonders exactly who?
Of the group that couldn't stand to see you
One of her predecessors like other women
leading in Africa, Argentina
Chile…almost America…
almost Pakistani
blow up and kill you
who tragically died before her time

When we were expecting
The Dawn of a civilised democracy
A rude shock to all of us!
There occured the eclipse of the sun!

The Sind is running stained by
The slaughter of democracy!
A rose is pierced by bullets
A moon is bombarded by bombs!

We thought you would put an end
To this sort of brutality
Alas!You were put to an end
By this sort of brutality!

You will be ever remembered
by believers of democracy!
Your end will make
the beginning of the awareness
among our moslem sisters!

wander i go
where chestnut least fall
where had i gone
wades through the trees
with a poem on my sleeve
where have i gone

saw the picture
of a young girl
younger than me
dark haired
and the bright smile
she was walking with her father
in her small village
in far off pakistan
and her father
in the political heart
weeps some blood
to his daughter
she watched him proudly
as he shook the hands of the young girl gandhi
and she saw her life before her

she went to oxford
she went to cambridge
and she was shy and intelligent
they called her 'pinkie'
she returned to her village

well it doesn't matter what the story is
it doesn't matter how it goes
she was a girl with a bright smile and a destiny
had a mission
some of it moulded into democracy
some of it corrupt
some of it innocent
some of it failing
she spent time in prison
she raised her children
she made mistakes
but she wore her veil proudly

she wore her scarf a little like jeanne moreau
she didn't hide beneath it
she didn't apologize for it
she tied it and looked beautiful

she could walk into a party
dressed like maria callas
and still have a vision for her people
pretty pretty girl
the men around her
corrupt, greedy who she loved
caused her to fall but she rose back up
because if nothing else
she would empower the women around her
she would give them something behind a smile

she tossed her hat into a dirty arena
because all of politics is filthy,
it's all filthy
but behind her smile
there was some sense, some sense of hurt
some desire to do something good
and now she's dead

and the flames shoot
and the people died around her
and what the f**k is it all for
it's because she was alive
she had a vision
and she died
and others will come
and others will die
and we will keep
we will keep
searching and peeling skins
till we get it right
for just the moment
just a moment
of clarity
just a moment of peace
just
just a moment of pity
pretty pretty girl
now gone

why should we not follow
why should we not follow
wander I go
where chestnut least fall
where have I gone

JIYEE BHUTTO

Main Murnay say kab darti hon
Meray Hath mai Haq ka Jhanda hay
Meray Sir per Zulm ka Phanda hay
Main Murnay say Kab darti hon
Main Mout ki Khatir Zinda Hon

Meray Khoon ka Soraj chamkay ga
to bacha Bacha bolay ga...
Main Baghi hon, Main Baghi hon, Jo Chahay mujh per Zulm Kero

Yeah Bazi Khoon Ki Bazi Hay
Yeah Bazi Tum hi Haroo Gaye
HER GHAR SAY BHUTTO NIKLAY GA
TUM KITNAY BHUTTO MAROO GAYE

Originally posted by: irtaza

wander i go
where chestnut least fall
where had i gone
wades through the trees
with a poem on my sleeve
where have i gone

saw the picture
of a young girl
younger than me
dark haired
and the bright smile
she was walking with her father
in her small village
in far off pakistan
and her father
in the political heart
weeps some blood
to his daughter
she watched him proudly
as he shook the hands of the young girl gandhi
and she saw her life before her

she went to oxford
she went to cambridge
and she was shy and intelligent
they called her 'pinkie'
she returned to her village

well it doesn't matter what the story is
it doesn't matter how it goes
she was a girl with a bright smile and a destiny
had a mission
some of it moulded into democracy
some of it corrupt
some of it innocent
some of it failing
she spent time in prison
she raised her children
she made mistakes
but she wore her veil proudly

she wore her scarf a little like jeanne moreau
she didn't hide beneath it
she didn't apologize for it
she tied it and looked beautiful

she could walk into a party
dressed like maria callas
and still have a vision for her people
pretty pretty girl
the men around her
corrupt, greedy who she loved
caused her to fall but she rose back up
because if nothing else
she would empower the women around her
she would give them something behind a smile

she tossed her hat into a dirty arena
because all of politics is filthy,
it's all filthy
but behind her smile
there was some sense, some sense of hurt
some desire to do something good
and now she's dead

and the flames shoot
and the people died around her
and what the f**k is it all for
it's because she was alive
she had a vision
and she died
and others will come
and others will die
and we will keep
we will keep
searching and peeling skins
till we get it right
for just the moment
just a moment
of clarity
just a moment of peace
just
just a moment of pity
pretty pretty girl
now gone

why should we not follow
why should we not follow
wander I go
where chestnut least fall
where have I gone

did u wrote by yourself excellent😊😭

Originally posted by: cutestar

JIYEE BHUTTO

Main Murnay say kab darti hon
Meray Hath mai Haq ka Jhanda hay
Meray Sir per Zulm ka Phanda hay
Main Murnay say Kab darti hon
Main Mout ki Khatir Zinda Hon

Meray Khoon ka Soraj chamkay ga
to bacha Bacha bolay ga...
Main Baghi hon, Main Baghi hon, Jo Chahay mujh per Zulm Kero

Yeah Bazi Khoon Ki Bazi Hay
Yeah Bazi Tum hi Haroo Gaye
HER GHAR SAY BHUTTO NIKLAY GA
TUM KITNAY BHUTTO MAROO GAYE

really good👏

this is the voice of every pakistani even though in whole world

Originally posted by: pknaz

did u wrote by yourself excellent😊😭

😆no yaar itna damagh hota tu doc tu zaror hoti😉 yeh kisi goray nay likhi hai sorry i forget his name lakin hamaray liyeh kafi proud wali baat hai😳kay kisi paki personality kay baray main koi bahar wala itna acha soch aur likh sakta hai i just find this and want share this 😃