A beautiful poem by a dear friend Saadia Yasmin. Enjoy!
I ask shall I dance shall I pray….
In the whispers of his dreams
I felt the rhythm of Rumi, Rahman, and Khushal
Lost in Rustam as they scream and dance
Madness through trance
…I ask shall I dance, shall I pray
In the realm of his pain
A wound without a scar is not the same
I ask shall I dance, shall I hurt
Saadia they ask, are we salves of love
Or are we free of both these worlds
I say I am a Malang trapped in this world
I ask shall I dance, shall I pray
Looking for your salvation
Here in a white grown
We hear the riddles of prayers calling
Streaks of frustration and the source of destruction
I ask shall I dance, shall I destruct
In the streets I stroll, for my soul
Lost and found, not here at all
As my soul seeks peace
I ask shall I dance, shall I cease
A young Pushtun girl held to the beloved
I think of you and the world comes to a cease
A warrior and a Khattak
A poet, an artist and a lover
I ask shall I dance, shall I chant: Yaw Pushtun Yaw Afghan
In the sorrows of a mother and
the tears of a hungry child
The bullet that tears through your son on a battlefield
over the junta of a cruel leader
I ask shall I dance, shall I fight
A stranger in my own town
The source of love I claim
The portal of hell I avoid
I ask shall I dance, shall I love
Deaf and blind looking for our vision
The sweet melody of its voice
In the art of their bodies
Through the dance that extols
On each canvas we stroll
I ask shall I dance, shall I paint
In the Divine we are lost
In this world we are adsorbed
Running into walls
Darling I ask tonight shall we just dance…..
(C) Saadia Yasmin
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