Game of Chess: Part XI
For the Three Maestros Ghalib, Iqbal and Faiz
All the way from the West he went to the East
He liked Sheraab and fell in love with pretty faces of the Rising Sun
Ghalib was his name and all he knew was
Bengal had the best mangoes in Hindusthaan
In the Land of the West there was another Sage
He was a poet and philosopher of high talent
His couplets challenged all, turned things upside down
Allama Iqbal was he, the pride of the sub-continent
Then came a silent rebel into the Urdu realm
Who turned the lover into his own revolution
His rulers never liked him, but his followers were many
Faiz Ahmed Faiz, Urdu's 'greatest' child to be born
Asrar knows the West and the East are not one
The rulers decided to turn two into three
The laughter and sorrow are all one, but Oh!
This is the land that's been divided by too many
-- Somewhere, sometime in England
Sunday, October 21, 2007
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1 comment:
Wonderful. Love Faiz. Love your poem!
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