WiseSindh

  By: Rubina Abro (Translated from Sindhi to English) Birds don’t have Any religion, Nor do they have Any sect, In which they Are trapped? Even their names Are craved on their wings, By humans for their own convenience Don’t know Whether birds are aware Of their names Or not! But birds do know How to safeguard the nest How to hide fledgling Under wings And how to protest, When a fledgling doesn’t return back home At evening How to woe in trees? Never seen a bird Stealing another bird’s fledgling Never has a bird stabbed a mother’s heart with (knife of) separation! Let’s ask all the birds (Oh!) Thee dwellers of sky How come humans dwelling the earth Have remained so backward from thee? Flap thee together when, The tree leaves shiver And the heavens turn into Lamenting cry And then every bird returns To its nest safely But, When would our Priya Kumari Return to her nest? Why is she still Imprisoned in the gloomy forest Where she even doesn’t know Whether humans are beasts Or beasts a...

  Free Verses Kaleem Butt Flying over Isfahan The hoopoe’s eyes Were filled with tears. And wondered what had Happened to the world? Was it the same world that Once was ruled by just and mighty kings like David, And after him, Ruled by his son Solomon the magnificent! While flying, The hoopoe heard a cry O! Isfahan My dear brother hear my voice hearken to my plea no one else could understand thy pain better   than me and the hoopoe flying over thy sky for he is the one who was present in Solomon’s court, To give him good news About Bilquees; the Queen of Sheba. For he used to fly over my sky In my time of agony For thousands of years I have been the center of Brutality and bloodshed At human hands For silly reasons! O! Isfahan My dear brother, For thousands of years I have been a holy city For majority of world’s population The promised land! Half of world’s population Believes that, An ordinary stone lyin...

  Short Story Kaleem Butt Forty-five year old Professor  Akram , the master storyteller of  ‘ Land of Pures ’, known as man of uncountable words and stories, walked past the huge tower of curse, his eyes went upwards to the hourglass that was filled with the dictator’s curse, the curse inside the glass looked like some kind of white liquid. Professor  Akram  sighed walking away quickly, firmly pressing the spectacles that he held in his right hand since his lips were sealed with a black tape, he was unable to speak. He’d to walk a mile from the isolated area of  Kaf City,  and show his presence at the dean’s office testifying that he was the happiest citizen in the dictator’s regime, even if being a storyteller his lips were sealed. In his early days Professor  Akram  was a clean shaven man, it was said he was a charmer and any woman could fall for him just by listening to his magical stories. Stories that gave...