Stellar Showcase Journal
 ISSN 1911-1827 

2008


 


Ahmed Waheed Sarmed — Poet,  Islamabad PAK

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Ahmed Waheed Sarmed, from Afghanistan and has lived in Pakistan for more than 10 years.  He has written for Us magazines. He has always loved being a poet/writer and scribble lines of Ordinary Life, Humanity, World and etc.

 
           Fate

That season
The wicked storm
Hit my little shack
In that night black
And smacked
All I had
Strongest in type
Ever witnessed!

Winds as monster
Rains as my tear
Dark as my shadow
On the broken window
And
Fear as a running deer

I had the hope
To cope
With what I faced
But
Errors made once
Cannot be changed an ounce
I wander
And feel sorry for the
Squander
The filthy fate
Caused
 
    A politician after death

Large black slogans
Carry the goals
Never planned
Nor existed

After the figure is expired!

Special ceremonies are held
Un-heard objectives are yelled
Countless praises are made
And
Tributes of flowers are laid

For decades
They drove the crusade
Made the poor afraid
And betrayed people
By a single parade

As in now!
Revered as a poor-loving figure
Who adored people rather than cash






 
 
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