It’s been three years or almost four, Since you and I we spoke no more. But today I ask you to please understand, It’s Valentines’ dear and do you want to dance? We will hold our emotions in a song with step, Of promises we had always indeed kept. But today I ask you to please hold my hand, It’s Valentines’ dear and do you want to dance? The club house glitters with tunes of … [Read more...] about #Poem‘Do You Want To Dance?’: Fiza Pathan
Poetry
#Poem Yes, I’m Dying : Fiza Pathan
It has been many years but I can’t still forget, Though the wounds are healing I still can feel the scars; The lacerations of old are dressed up in bandages of philosophy, White as the virgin’s hue still covers me without the sting of pain. Where are you now in this plane of existence? I can’t reach now evermore, so I might as well tell the world the truth, That you hurt me and … [Read more...] about #Poem Yes, I’m Dying : Fiza Pathan
Young Martyr of the Soil: Stop Turning Children into Terrorists by Fiza Pathan
Young Martyr of the Soil: Stop Turning Children into Terrorists by Fiza Pathan The earth echoes in the years so small like a tiny flame flicker, Blood so red cut from your tender throat by shrapnel piercing; Young are you in age but the wrinkles on your brow show the pain, Aged before time to bleed your loyalty for a cause not your own. Gun in hand they placed you infront of … [Read more...] about Young Martyr of the Soil: Stop Turning Children into Terrorists by Fiza Pathan
My Woman Cried: Stop the Abuse of Women by Fiza Pathan
My Woman Cried: Stop the Abuse of Women by Fiza Pathan Dear lady of womanhood divine why do you cry? We worship you sweet lady in our lotus womb of semblance; Yet you weep to tears of blood depart from our love, My woman cried because I let her soul die. They gang raped you magnificent lady within the pit so dark, I was a witness but turned my eye to the blindness of … [Read more...] about My Woman Cried: Stop the Abuse of Women by Fiza Pathan
We Are Aware: Stop Domestic Violence by Fiza Pathan
We Are Aware: Stop Domestic Violence by Fiza Pathan Calvin was reading the Times of India in his sitting room when he heard the doorbell ring. Folding the paper and keeping it aside, Calvin sauntered to the door, peeped through the keyhole and beamed. On the other side of the door was his old school friend Jonathan with a can of coke in his hand. Calvin opened the door and the … [Read more...] about We Are Aware: Stop Domestic Violence by Fiza Pathan