Patriotism

The feeling of love
The desire to serve
A wish for sacrifice
For the place of one’s birth
The bond which joins people together
To live and die together
For the glorious land
Is a quality of high virtue
And a great force…’patriotism’.

Contributed By:
Maria

Allama Iqbal

He painted the very face of truth
With all his wisdom and curiosity
Pure reason of mind and thought
Disclosed the secrets of this world
His pen never stopped or felt dull
His poems like masjid-e-kurtaba, shikwa, jawab-e-shikwa
Remind us of our glorious past
When the whole world had been
Ruled by our great ancestors
He was one great scholar
He also had had an artistic flair
For flowers, birds and brook.

Contributed By:
Iftekhar

Song

Trip upon trenchers,
And dance upon dishes,
My mother sent me for some barm, some barm;
She bid me go lightly,
And come again quickly,
For fear the young men should do me some harm.
Yet didn’t you see, yet didn’t you see,
What naughty tricks they put upon me?
They broke my pitcher
And split the water,
And huffed my mother,
And child her daughter,
And kissed my sister instead of me.

No Guns

Of war we don’t want to speak
Life is not just about wounds and miseries
So, save the world from being torn apart
Restore its happiness and peace
Peace has been destroyed by casts and creeds
The world is tearing apart by money,
war and greed
Don’t kill innocent lives
Let people be free
Be brothers rather than being the enemy.

Contributed By:
Syed Waqas

Up To You

Go out with the wind
Be careless and fly away
But don’t look at the ground
Just the sky up above
Take care though, when you come down
For every high limit is followed by a fall
It’s up to you to make it positive and all
Gone are the days
When you thought you cared for all
For all that you do, and what you ever will
Is your own move, nothing else at all
You make a man you always dreamed of
It’s up to you to make it all in all
For no one you ever cared for
Will care for you at all
All you do for yourself is only up to you
No one’s there to follow you,
or appreciate you at all.

Contributed By:
Taha

Maid

There was a little man,
Who wooed a little maid,
And he said, “Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?
I have little more to say,
So will you, yea or nay,
For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded.”

The little maid replied,
“Should I be your little bride,
Pray what must we have for to eat, eat, eat?
Will the flame that you’re so rich in
Light a fire in the kitchen?
Or the little god of love turn the spit, spit, spit?”

Little Old Man

Little old man and I fell out;
How shall we bring this matter about?
Bring it about as well as you can;
Get you gone, you little old man.