You Are Malala

You Are Malala ode

Seek knowledge from the cradle to the grave
-Prophet Mohammed

Last night I dreamed
the snow-capped hills of Swat…
I saw the green spread valleys
And the lucid swat river

I stood for a while in front of
the gate of Mishal School.
I overheard for the sound
Of the girl who has the luminosity of virtue
And the power of boulders
Who has the agility of Bhagatsingh
And the adventure of Che Guevera

I felt the sounds of girls gathered
In the courtyard for morning assembly
like the sound of a stream flowing.
Then I heard the sound of another girl,
giving direction to others
Assan baash…
Hoo she yar…
I heard the girls responded
in a voice of obeisance.
Allah…
The sounds of girls seemed bold
And their feet were steadfast…

At the streets of Mingora,
I met Usman Ali alias Bhai Jan…
He spoke with a wrinkled face
and beard full of despair…
He showed me that van
which is being the monument of peace.
It felt as a still life water colour painting
drawn by the epoch…

At the valley of the Hindu Kush mountains
I saw the only Moniba…
In her eyes in which the sobbing is not subsided
I could see the sparks of wait
for her dear friend…

When we take a break
in the valley of Mount Elem
we can hear the soft sound of the call
that is almost feeble, from the Mountain…
Jani Mun …
Jani Muuun …
Whole witnessed sky is starting to spout tears…
Mount Elem toils to control its emotion…
I protect the satchel of your dreams
that you entrusted me to keep…
Like heavenly fruit
I keep it under the umbrellas of the snow…
dear,
My beloved daughter…
Come after conquering the heights…
In the journey of virtue, my prayers with you …
God will not abandon you …
Will not…

When I sat at Riverside of the Swat
to quench my thirst,
I noticed the ripples
they came to kiss my lips.
In all gasp,
they have been calling their beloved daughter
Dear Pisho…
Dear Pisho…
We have not yet quenched thirst kissing your legs…
Let we pat over your vibrant, vigilant heart…
You, you please scoop up us with your sacred arms…
We are, we are right with you in dreams…
We are flowing for you as the lucidity of virtue…
We are waiting for your return with offerings…
Come back dear…
Come back dear…

From the gardens of Gulkada,
The flowers they recovered the color,
Beckoning to me…
Hey, versifier,
Hey, the man from the land of Gandhiji …
Hey, the man of the town of Mother Teresa …
To come here…
Our beloved…
The daughter of Swat…
She who was born to spread virtue…
She who is the aroma of this whole world…
The strange smile on her lips
which you are telling about is
the unfading hope, is
transmitted by us…
they are the beams of aspirations
why we gifted to her to transmit centuries…
She will disseminate them
to the whole nooks of the world…
Tell her, to our chambermaid,
that our lovable prayers will be with her…
our lovable prayers will be with her …

I saw the fig trees
with plenty sweet fruits
being ripened for her.
I saw the grape vines,
persimmons and guava trees
in the valleys…
I saw the pomegranate trees
And the fig trees
in the groves…

Without telling what these fruits told me
Abstrusely, is that that girl is learned
The lesson of righteousness is
out of these fruits of beneficence.

In my return journey,
with filled heart
and moist eyelids
from the ethereal land
where the hills and snow
sand and sky
streams and trees
are eloquent,
I saw, in the snow falling morning
umpteen girls are moving
towards their schools in flocks…
they are free in new wings of dreams

I watched, for those of all nymphs
Rushing to paddle in the sea of knowledge,
Are resembled together…
Are resembled together in their countenance…
Yes ! it’s hers…
Malala’s…

Dear Malala, daughter of the Swat…
You are beloved to all of that girls
in the Swat
Same as you are an adopted daughter
for every man
who wants peace in the world…

In your journey towards firmness
As the prayers of Swat
Become a shield for you
Whole our prayers will
Become a bulwark for you.

You are that it sprouted as an autumn
Of the thousands of the flowers of girls
faded in the different nooks of the Earth.
You are that it revived as a volcano
Of the thousands of dreams of girls
which is buried with the pulse…
we can see the burning fire in your eyes
that can challenge the bullets…
we can see the burning lava in your eyes
that can bury the injustice…
Malala…
You are the girl of Magnanimity
You are the girl of Agility
You are the girl of Lucidity
You are the girl of Affability
You are the girl of Legation
You are the girl of Adventure

Yes, Malala,
you are Malala…

Outbreak as an ocean…
Become an inferno over the injustice…

When you become a wind
to spread the fragrance of peace
all over the earth,
we will become thousands of flowers
to spread its petals for you…

When you are on the path towards
World-human-justice
We Indian youth, shall become
Support for your feet…

Malala, daughter of Swat…
The strange flower of the paradise of the earth…

You will not fade
Mere in a hot wind
Because you are what it
Bloomed of, the prayers of myriads of greenness

You will not get shed
Mere in a tide…
Because you are what it
Molded, a rock of the millions of dreams…

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J.rid
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Brilliant just Brilliant send your poem to her, brave brave girl and inspiration to all who like her fight for freedom

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JAFAR SADIK

hai, ma’m thank you for your valuble comment. May i know which country you hail?

ZUZANNA MUSIAL
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Beautiful poem to Malala, a girl for World Pease and Democracy, as well as freedom for Human Rights, especially for girls rights to have an education.
Your poem shines with inspiration…A brilliant write!

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JAFAR SADIK

Thank you for your comment on my poem.

ZUZANNA MUSIAL
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Jafar Sadik,

Sorry for the word, “Peace.”
I overlooked the mistake, my apology.

ZuZanna

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