A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin and culture is like a tree without roots. Marcus Garvey
Time is moving,life is changing and the climate is taking various strong surprising and damaging forms.
2019 slipped away, but left deep scars entrenched on the hearts and souls of many.
Crushing of humans and human rights continues.
2019 was a year of creative writing. For the first time I was able to write 30 poems in thirty days in April and throughout the year wrote 12 special poems and 12 short stories. The biggest count was for The Poet by Day with more than 40 and some translated in Urdu, another first.
‘Shadows fall and I try to drive you from my mind’
I feel I grieve for my place of birth as my native land remains locked blocked and occupied. I may never be able to set foot there.
Climate Change people say, the sun is strangely red, a whole continent is engulfed in deadly fire, millions of birds and animals have breathed their last, many are suffocating dying. Humanity is restless,out on the streets by hundreds and thousands, protesting, asking for their rights,asking for what belongs to them, in vain.
‘Dark smoke’ rises, overshadows the light, eclipses the sun and the moon…is the light of peace fading away?
‘Hope is there. Come under the shadow of hope- Come under the shadow of the red rock’.
How many understand? How many change, how many move towards the best practices of care and kindness?
The very first month brings death and destruction.Coffins crowds curfews all continue and people talk of Climate Change…
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past. Percy Bysshe Shelley
Why we laughed, why we sang, then why we cried,
silently in pain we suffered, in the remains,
and the stories continued, told, retold, as lands
and rivers ran dry, who will care? who cares?
walking failing drifting falling
The crown on the statue looks fixed
and we were so innocent playing games,jumping ropes
and reading white and blue, and all that was red
And we should have known, blacking,
slavery is not dead,
come under the shadow of the rock, you will find
flowers, silently growing, receiving showers,
touch not the forbidden
but seek the Unseen, The Hidden
Come to success, come to salvation.
2020 © Anjum Wasim Dar