by Shahida Latif
At one wintry dark gloomy night,
A piercing cry rose to the height;
Form behind the stony rough wall,
Very thick, very old and very tall.
Then utter silence, hush prevailed,
The night sighed, the night wailed.
The delights hailed, the pleasures fell,
Upon each dungeon of the hell,
When the dawn cracked, the day broke,
Ill-fated cottagers began to eat well.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Hi! I am Shahida Latif from Pakistan, I am the author of many books of Urdu poetry and one novel Saath Ishq "Seven Love Legends". In my poetic career I made several tours abroad and participated in seminars and poetry reading sessions, during the international tours I was asked by the literary figures to write in English as well, so I wrote my first poetry book in English, titled "Drop The Weapons", consisting of 70 poems. The book will be soon brought out, before the month of August 2011. I have been appreciated a lot by the readers. I hate bloodshed in the world, when any one is killed in war or in any conflict my heart weeps, I through my poetry want to give the message to humanity to end war and it is the easiest to do so, just drop the weapons, enlarge your zones of acceptance, consider all men and women are children of the same parents; we can make the world more and more beautiful with love and patience and by preferring others interests to ours. It is the only way to maintain peace in the world, open your eyes and minds lest it should be too late. Love and peace for all.Shahida Latif
Last updated June 26, 2011