The Wind of Change

By S.M.A. Faiz*

He held to the blowing of the wind of change
Not giving heed to the extreme hornets' nest
And while rifles aimed at point-blank range,
With a leap of faith
Till his death,
He was taking the bullets with widened chest.

And if ever I get rid of the ensuing grief
That would be truly beggars belief.

He is a glorious emblem of untold courage
That has not only made him bold and great
But also put us, young and sage, on the same page,
Where with a true grit
We would stand for merit,
In the path of a future state.

And holding to the wind of change that woke up all
Abu Sayed made us feel ten-feet tall.

*S.M.A. Faiz is the Author of The Fallen Flower Called Red and Blue.

Oh My Hero!

By S.M.A. Faiz*

The name is Mugdha implying that he was enthralled and impressed
And he was totally set in his ways
Being bestowed and blessed
With a seraphic look in an ever-smiling face.

A maverick he was proffering bottles of water
For our beloved protesters to quench their thirst
And set to sail into the wide blue yonder
Never did he fear to meet the worst.

And anon I saw with my bleeding heart
How the killer's bullet hit his head
And for long I pondered being in the cart
Why our hero is lying cold and dead!

Oh the great youth! Oh my hero!
For you the accolade for you a great kudo
For giving us the wonder for the Morrow.

Oh my hero! not I drown my sorrow
But for you I wear the green willow.

*S.M.A. Faiz is the Author of The Fallen Flower Called Red and Blue.

Oh the World Not Be Late

By S.M.A. Faiz*

Every day every moment
Whether it’s a day or a night
Every time there is a torrent
Of dolent plight;
So many people so many poor little waifs
Under the bombs the shells and the strafes.

Every place is now a doomsday
But still we keep still
And hitherto fifty thousand they dared to slay
But still the killers are keen to kill;
Why not we make a move
To be in every way in the groove?

Oh the world not be late
But in the best way if you please disapprove
Don’t assist the killers and don’t abet
But right away make a move;
And right now bring into force
What I trust is your “moral mores.”

*S.M.A. Faiz is the Author of The Fallen Flower Called Red and Blue.

Yet the War is Not Over Yet

By S.M.A. Faiz*

In a city turned into graves
Everywhere are lying dead
So many mothers’ faves
Others are still battling with bloodshed
With a mix of courage and dread.

From Gaza to Jabalia and everywhere
Lying dead are also the little waifs
And nowhere is a healthcare
Spared by the bombs and strafes.

Yet the war is not over yet
And the world is yet to bring to terms
And a brave new world is under threat
Of hugely losing its charms.

Oh the World oh the UN oh the OIC!
Please don’t be addled don’t feel at sea;
Don’t be left out in the cold
But be bright and bold.

*S.M.A. Faiz is the Author of The Fallen Flower Called Red and Blue.

On the Same Page

By S.M.A. Faiz*

Busy they are and everywhere
And everywhere they are flying high
Also they are flying with flair;
Yes oh yes not I.

But my mind is put quite at ease
That I feel each and every day
And every night I sleep in peace;
Why oh why can't they?

They are young oh yes I'm old
But once I was at their age
And they were never in my mould
And never they were sage.

Oh yes they would be at my age
In the not-too-distant future
Where a wonder lasts but nine days
As per the course of nature.

But this world right now
Needs them oh yes also me
And now to make an earnest vow
For a new world where they would be;
And so hand in hand on the stage
Right now I'd love to be with them on the same page.

*S.M.A. Faiz is the Author of The Fallen Flower Called Red and Blue.

A Heroized Nafiz

By S.M.A. Faiz*

Yes it requires a leap of faith
To posit that necessity knows no law
And that avowal made a heroized Nafiz bleeding to death
Dangling from the footrest of a little dicey rickshaw.

There was no sound of a siren
bound for hospice
But as our hero was setting the triumph in train
There was a bong in Browning's "Prospice."

Though not in the land of the living
Being put to rest
Our hero will bloom in every spring
As was at his best.

*S.M.A. Faiz is the Author of The Fallen Flower Called Red and Blue.