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.

A Yamin with a Valorous Mien

By S.M.A. Faiz*

What an extreme cruelty
Hitherto unseen;
Some savages were given the bounden duty
And in that make-up they were keen as a bean!

With eyes in the brass ring
And ringed with a wild fling;

From their armoured vehicle
With a besetting sin
They threw out a dying Yamin
And with the sound of the fiddle
Passed away Yamin
With a valorous mien.

Oh my hero in thy bloom of youth!
For thee we feel as free as air
And to thee we make this solemn oath
So as to believe in a fair field and no favor;

And thereafter walking down the memory lane
Again we would ken a life as right as rain.

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

The Triumphant Mohin

By S.M.A. Faiz*

He was neither a worrior nor a very nervous Nellie
But a song-lover football fan he used to be;
And graced with endless guitar solos
And his guitar by his bed
His life sailed in ebbs and flows
Like in his guitar the notes sped.

And on time he rose to the occasion
There being a crying need
And in great Gen Z fashion
He was bold indeed.

And to our delight the (Gen Z) Zoomers triumphed over
The wrongs of a prolonged regime
And standing in unison like the four-leaf clover
They gave an entity held in high esteem.

But a triumphant Mohin cold and lifeless
Lay nearby
And surely he stands out as distinctly timeless
With head held high;
And for you oh Mohin!
Over and over our heroes all sheen.

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

The Garden of Tulips

By S.M.A. Faiz*

The drizzle gave the sky a tinge of gloom
But gracefully dancing were the flowers in bloom;
And having their reign and sway far and wide
Had given me a wonder and a touch of pride.

Inside the garden I made several trips
And one by one came closer in colours galore
Those splendid crowds of tulips
With jovial welcome on the floor.

Also my long-time ladylove with her sheen
Gazed in awe filled with thrills
And a glow in her glistening cheeks and chin
Mellowly twined my inmost feels.

And encompassed that garden of tulips
A state of unrest when in my mind
And gave me a bouquet of tips
And a heartwarming find.

That is something which is profound
That is a haven where tulips abound;
And worry or agony if ever I meet
That would give me a treat which is fresh and sweet.

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

The Spheres

By S.M.A. Faiz*

In the Spheres in Seattle near the Amazon hub
I saw the species of cloud forests on every floor
And a whole lot more
With eyes lit up.

There were cozy corners in every floor
Where time works wonder
In every highbrow hour
And a whole lot more.

And the splendours of the Spheres
Spread in adoring hues
Led to the muse
Through my autumn years.

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

Photosynthesis

By S.M.A. Faiz*

There were lots of trees all quite nigh
And in my humble abode I lived nearby.

Dancing under the shafts of sunlight
Were the leaves in playful bliss
And exactly right
Was photosynthesis.

But as a far cry from that
Came thick black smokes
Due to an amoral fat cat
And some similar folks.

Moreover they took away trees
And fed their kilns
And at their ease
They hid their sins.

And locked in a sad state
With extreme dolour
Our place in this planet
Was drained of colour.

And as a corollary what was amiss
Is photosynthesis.

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

Together for Fifty Years

By S.M.A. Faiz*

With recurrent episodes in smiles and tears
Together we were for long fifty years;
There were days all very fine
But also those where sun didn't shine.

There were events blessed with trust and love
But some were weird rough and gruff;
There were times to be happy and proud
And at times things went under a cloud.

The ad rem hitches and sitches are just now gone
And at this point in time with the end of strife
There is a new dawn
In my life.

And when takes me death bang on time
Even if at my time of life
Let that be into the sublime
With my loved ones playing the fife.

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