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                the wine- glass of happiness sparkles  Or as Faiz Ahmad Faiz says in his poem         to open
           When the sky dances joyously and the    Bol (Speak)              the links of the chains are coming
                earth sings songs of delight  Speak, for your lips are still free         undone
           Surely, that morning will dawn    speak, for your tongue is still yours  speak, for the little time you have is
                someday.                    your body, though frail is still yours         enough
                                            speak, for life is still yours
         Also, Sahir’s this particular verse-  look, in the blacksmith’s workshop  Faiz does not leave at that but furthers;
           If there is a reason for my angry songs,    the flames are hot, the steel is red  with more absolutely emotion laden
                it is this                  the mouths of the locks are beginning    lines -
           That when I see the hungry farmers                               So what if my pen has been snatched
           The poor, the oppressed, the destitute,                        away from me / I have dipped my fingers
                the helpless                                              in the blood of my heart
           My heart cannot participate in    During of the dark             So what if my mouth has been sealed; I
                assemblies of pleasure     phases in the                         have turned
           Even if I wish, I cannot write dreamy                            Every link of my chain into a speaking
                songs of love.>            recent history of                     tongue.
                      ♦ ♦ ♦                the country, it’s the                       ♦ ♦ ♦
         Interestingly, poet after poet of that   rebel poets and         Today, as I’m awaiting to hear the verse
         bygone era urged and pleaded and                                 of the poets of the day that could relay
         cajoled and persuaded the masses to   writers who led the        restlessness that’s brewing by the day,
         speak up, to speak out, to lash out, to   protest meets and      leaving you with these lines of Ahmed
         just about unleash not just words but                            Rahi, from this volume-
         heady sentiments relaying that ongo-  marches. Where is            Our lives were spent in despair; hope
         ing pain and hurt and sorrow.     that gentry who                       had begun to stir in our hearts
         These lines of Sahir Ludhianvi                                     We thought our destiny would change,
           Before your body and tongue die  should lead the                      but alas, we were deceived.>
           Speak, for truth still lives    masses today?
           Speak up, say that which you must.                                              letters@tehelka.com



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