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      English Literature contest

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      Share any poem
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      Shahid Suhrawardy, Ahmed Ali, Alamgir Hashmi, Taufiq Rafat, Daud Kamal, Maki Kureishi etc

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      Re: English Literature contest

      Imprisoned,
      I am also free
      in this little room;
      the sun moves across
      a window in the ceiling
      before it sets;
      rays of light,
      sparingly enter;
      on the path they make,
      I walk home;
      my father, even now,
      returning
      from the city,
      brings along for me,
      a shawl, a comb, bangles and kohl,
      and so much more;
      both my brothers,
      study in the mosque,
      as they did;
      God’s edicts
      they read, memorise;
      my sister puts away in a basket,
      my share of bread;
      feeds it to the sparrows
      at dawn;
      my mother is kind of crazy,
      gathering stones
      or talking to sparrows
      as they pick the grain;
      she says:
      when the sparrows will fathom the truth,
      in their beaks and claws
      they would clutch the stones;
      then would rage a storm
      to ravage law-givers,
      tear down the pulpits;
      justice He would deliver Himself,
      the Supreme Lord,
      the same for one and all,
      the revered, the exalted.

      How should I tell my mother,
      am I the Kaaba,
      the House of the Lord?

      By Jahan-e-Roomi






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