Saturday, 30 September 2017

MARJAN THE PEARL OF AFGHANISTAN . . .

MARJAN - THE PEARL OF AFGHANISTAN . . .



MARJAN MERA JAAN . . .

Given as a gift from Germany to Kabul zoo in Afghanistan
No fields to run in - just a miserable enclosed barring land

You were blessed with a beautiful lioness partner Chucha
She must have made you feel no less than a majestic Shah

You survived against all the invasions and the bloody wars
Behind your dark miserably cramped closed barring doors

You were a survivor that against all the cruelly made odds
And even threaten to be killed by the unholy Taliban sods

But your loyal keeper fought for your life using the Quran
Even the prophet Muhammad - helped you to understand

That an animal is to be respected - for he also had his pets
To kill you Marjan - would in the end have its own regrets

But you were brought down by an egotistical Mujahedeen
Who you killed for stroking your Chucha for fun it seemed

In turn the killed brother gave you three grenades as a gift
The damage it caused you was more than - deserved swift

You lost your sight in one eye and near all of it in the other
Because of a under deserving revenge of a grieved brother

You lost all of your teeth - with the blast all of your hearing
You then survived - to the Afghans became more endearing

That they took it upon themselves to then kill this very man
For the ignorance of the situation as he did not understand

You had thought this man was a threat to your lioness pride
As it was in the end his own fault he was attacked then died

As the wars in Afghanistan raged so did the famine drought
When it came to food I am afraid there was little of it about

But the Afghan people gathered in force to see you were fed
No one wanted the Shah Marjan from hunger be found dead

You came through all of this - skin sagging on a frame so lean
But for it all it never once made you - ferocious or seen mean

And as your beloved keepers walk with you within your closure
For all of your injuries you always maintained your composure

Your name traveled worldwide - and they all come to do their best
And after a quarter of a century you had then laid yourself to rest

This tribute is to you mera jaan Marjan – The pearl of Afghanistan
May you always with Chucha - fly free high above this desert land

Higher and higher with the longed for eternal peace may you soar
As the winds carry along with it your once mighty and proud roar

Marjan - 1976 - 2002 - Kabul Zoo – The Pearl of Afghanistan . . .

Indiana Shaw . . . -_-

Sunday, 24 September 2017

TIME OF DISILLUSIONMENT . . .



Time of Disillusionment . . . 


Time in quiet introspection is often spent
Peace and quiet of reflection heaven sent

As I’m resting on my laurels of equanimity
Making the most of my so called anonymity

The indifferences that lie in my uncertainty
So carefully fall from my sins inadvertently

Disillusionments' are there to be paralyzing
Friends lacked why found so unsurprisingly

Words written are so more uncompromising
As more time spent on more philosophizing

No friends has he as in self-pity he wallows
While lost deeper inside cavernous hollows

At a more timely birth he starts to descends
As more happier time to his friends he lends

Moral is no friends has he when one is down
Seeked only for his humour of being a clown

Indiana Shaw . . . -_-

Saturday, 23 September 2017

IN MY GRIEF . . .



IN MY GRIEF. . . 

In my grief I shot the stars one by one
I didn’t stop till my anger was all done

Till the blue sky was as dark as my soul
Until the universe was - one black hole

Life became a vacuum suffocating me
I wailed the earth - like some banshee

Leashed on others - a tormented soul
To destroy life as we knew it - my goal

Rains poured till they - became storms
Out of the flooded rivers poison foams

I saw all before me all withered and die
And all because my anger no let me cry

No given soul could prevent my wrath
As I destroyed all within my given path

Earthquakes flattened - shattered land
People dying but here I was I still stand

Till my grief subsided - I reached a calm
With nothing left - now within my palm

The earth - the sky’s as dark as my soul
Deeper into the blackness dug my hole

Then upon me a light so shining bright
You seeked me out brought me to light

The stars returned all came one by one
Then I realised what I had done wrong

I sold my soul so life could return again
As I suffered in hell for all of your pain

Time recoiled to and all things replaced
My grief boxed and hides from disgrace

The wailed banshee is balled and chained
My anger is quelled and well constrained

Ones grieving has a power - all of its own
Ripping you apart - cuts one to the bone

So I replaced all the bullets - with hope
And with my grief learned how to cope

Indiana Shaw . . . -_-