Announcement.

My poems are now also available on Qpeka.com.
For example you can straightaway search it on google i.e just type "Superman on Qpeka" on google and you can easily find it and so on.
-Yusra.Shaikh.

Ask the one who has lost a child.

This poem was inspired partially from the very latest incident of the 4 kids who died in an air attack while playing soccer on the beach in Palestine.
 

{LINK: http://nymag.com/daily/intelligencer/2014/07/4-palestinian-kids-killed-in-front-of-reporters.html}

The severe torture the families have to face who have lost their kids right before their eyes.
The poem also says that the common man the, irrespective of cast,creed,religion or race just wants to live a peaceful and happy life.Sadly and unfortunately it's always people like us- you and me, the civilian, the one who's got nothing to do with all of it, who suffer the most in such situations.

And lastly this poem is not a rant about leaders or higher authorities, as the message I basically wanted to give is at the end is " A few rotten apples can spoil the whole lot". 

 

You lost your son, in a bloody war.

I lost mine too, in that same war.

Your son flew, airplanes up high.

Mine flew, kites in the sky.

You remember the day, he went far away.

I remember the day, my baby went out to play.

You kind of knew, your son won’t return ever.

But I had no clue, mine would be lost forever.

All you remember, is a knock on your door.

Two strangers, and a suitcase of clothes.

There was no knock, at my door though.

Ran out bare feet, when I heard the loud blow.

At eighteen years old, filled with pure passion.

Your young man, was everything you imagined.

At eleven years old, my little one.

Had so many dreams, so much to learn.

Both our children, gone in seconds.

Yours got a grand funeral, mine easily forgotten.

Your son, remembered as an inspirational legend.

Mine,  simply as collateral damage.

You lost, the apple of your eye.

I lost, my charming little guy.

While your son, flew airplanes killing thousands below.

My son’s heartbeats reduced, his breath becoming shallow.

They tell you, we are the enemy.

But there is one thing, common, between you and me.

You know how it feels, you know the pain.

Can’t sleep at night, remembering it all over again.

But what a shame!

Your son, cannot be blamed.

Brainwashed and manipulated, by a few rulers.

He was just a soldier, following the orders.

This is what happens, when two nations fight.

Due to a handful of people, filled with so much spite.

Murder in cold blood, is not mild.

Ask the one, who has lost a child.

 

 -Yusra Shaikh

Superman

So here's to all the international bullies, the rich countries who wage a war against the poorer helpless ones, the stronger powerful people who go on hurting the weaker ones. I strongly condemn the killing of innocents.

Each life is equally precious.

You proclaim to save the world,

You proclaim to bring peace.

Why can’t you then leave me alone?

What do you from me seek?

You and I, we are not very different.

I’m plain and you are shining strong.

Why do you then smother me?

When to you did I do any harm?

I believe in peace and peace alone.

I even loved you like my own.

You’re cutting me deeper with every strike.

You already know that I will not fight.

You know I’m clean, still you continue your assault.

And when I ask you tell me “You brought it on yourself. It’s your fault.”

You finished my family one by one.

But you saved me for the end.

You made sure I’m completely helpless when you attacked.

You had all the power which I hugely lacked.

You kept me at your mercy, you watched me suffer.

You kept going till you could go no further.

 

As my breath escapes only one thing I’d like to say.

You think you’re a superman and they think that too.

But when you get done with me I know you’ll go for them too.

You think you are immortal and forever.

But that’s only till the time your power is severed.

-Yusra.Shaikh