by Shahida Latif
What kind of talk we converse!
What kind of words we speak!
We only sieve, strain the words
We sift the spoken verbalized sounds,
And colander contents of the voices.
We keep the meanings to ourselves,
Confined the secrets to the closets of hearts,
And whisper only crusts of the words.
We live and die fearing the friends,
Scaring brothers and sisters,
Lest they should know the secrets
Lest they should share the feelings
Either pains or pleasures,
We live in solitude and we die alone,
With tight lips and rigid hearts,
Neither sharing others, nor being shared.
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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