Poem on Incident on Innocent People of Gulshan-e Iqbal Lahore Pakistan at Easter 2016

Ali Javed UppalInter School Poem Competition

O! people of Gulshan-e IqbalLower middle classes, and all

Bits by bits, and years over yearsYou have worked, to make a living there

This world, though not much of easeYet a friendly, warm corner of peace

Moving in rickshaws, chingchis and bikesBusiest people, struggling for lives

Some slow upstartsSome energetic, moving fast

A hope was growing, in the passingA new sun was perhaps, in the rising

In the midst of glory, and bloomThere is a sudden, happening of gloom

A blast here and everything, blown up thereEntrenched in blood, bleeding bodies, everywhere

Deadening explosion, flying body parts acrossEveryone screaming, running in chaos

See it, see it, see the gameDo something, it is a big shame

Roses were red, but are now drippingWith human blood, and scene most crippling

Bright young men, heads of the familyButchered to death, what an agony

A bunch of kids, playing in the groundBlown to pieces, and now, nowhere found

A wave of fear, has swept acrossA strike of terror, set minds block

Deep sown seeds, of distrustNo one is secure, in the high alert

Kids go to school, leaving parents in painWill they see, their kids again

See it, see it, see the gameDo something, it is a big shame

What has gone wrong, in this neighborhoodWho has plotted this game, not understood

Who is the exploiter, the player behindWho is the culprit, out sold mind

Greed, lust, ruthlessness, naked power is the buyerDeprivation, poverty, desperation makes the seller

Monkeys to humans, was a long runMonkeys, we become again, just in one turn

Look within yourselves, what’s upThe virus in the disc, has flared up

See it, see it, see the gameDo something, it is a big shame

Help one another, so that, no one is fraughtBuild one another, so that, no one is easily bought

Hold tightly, hands in hands togetherBond up closer, closer and closer

Stand up, like an iron wallNo force should, move you at all

Watch out, no creep should snake inWatch out, no thief should break in

Gulshan-e-Iqbal, has rung the bellA loud wakeup call, I can tell

Let us make this world, a real gulshanWhere flowers of all sorts, stand as one

Iqbal’s message beats the drum, beats the drum, beats the drum

Yakin muhkum, amal pehhum, mohabat fateh alam

See it, see it, see the frameDo something, for sake of its name