Unforgotten Love

The whole society was against me
Because she was in love with me

She had to bear much pain because of me

Her relatives were pouring anger on me

She was rich but I was poor

She was from higher caste but I was from lower

Her parents were mad in much anger

My parents were always very somber

Many a time I got threat; on the road, in the house and on the street

They told me this mistake not to repeat

Every time I suffered a rapid heartbeat

My letters were opened and crushed under their feet

My heart was dreaming about her

The very time my father told me to forget her

I was silent and also my mother

From my eyes were trickling down warm tear

One by one the letters were torn and put on fire

I was screaming and crying with much ire

I was going to lose all my desire

They were giggling and creating  satire

I stopped eating for days

I lost each and every hope's rays

I had lost all my courage

I was tied and put into the cage

The cage made my life sorrowful

This was a jail which was painful

She was sent to Liverpool

She was far away but not forgetful

My imprisonment ended; I came out

My parents were forced to leave the village out

An old man gave me their whereabouts 

With much difficulties I found them out

My mother was cooking on the road side  

My father was suffering typhoid 

Seeing them in such condition I cried

Till the time she had become someone’s bride

An orphan

Mother, why you left me alone
Before you, father had gone
I am  not much grown
There is much pain in my bone

People laugh at me and make my fun
Because I am an orphan



I come home every day at night
I feel  everywhere your sight
While begging on the road at night
Dogs come near me to bite

With much fright I start to run
Because I am an orphan



Here everybody avoids me
My pant is torn and above knee
I put my life at stake even for a single penny
Even when the weather is cloudy, rainy or sunny

I get slaps and scolds from everyone
Because I am an orphan



Since your demise I am here
In dilapidated house, on the road without anyone's care
Much pain I get inflicted and try to bear
In the chilling cold I have nothing to wear

 I go out and bring some twigs to burn
Because I am an orphan


Mother, you cooked for me daily
we ate a little but slept happily
Every morning you woke up very early
To make my future bright you worked honestly

For many a day I am hungry and speak none
Because I am an orphan


Now my body is weak , I have hunger
I feel much pain even in my slumber
Everyone has closed their door, even our neighbour
They are perhaps eating chocolates of different flavor

Into my room doesn't  peer even the Sun
Because I am an orphan
Because I am an orphan ...

A Woman's woe

My father was sad when I was born
I was a new entrant into the family unknown
My grandma was shouting at my mother at high tone
Dreams of my father seemed blown


My mother was always in tear
I kept clinging to her in great fear
She bathed me, dressed me, an oiled my hair
On her part she was totally fair


My father never loved me at all
Because I was a girl after all
I was kept confined inside the four walls
I was never allowed a stroll


One day I said, mother, I want to play
 She told me to go but to come without delay
With my tiny hands I made two dolls out of clay
And then to dry them in the sun I had to lay


In a day or two they became hard
They looked standing like guard
With great joy I declared
Hearing it my father beat me hard

I wept, wept and wept in the room
Where my brother was crushing mushroom
To clean, my father gave him a broom
My father kept on working on loom

I wept inside till the dead of the night
My mother came happily and told me to fight
She said the time has come to gain liberty and right
Our time has come to lead the world with pride
Now the cruel father was in much fright


                                           ______________Sohrab Alam Ansari

The freedom of India at threshold

As a child I remember
When whole country was united strong like timber
Fighting the Coloniser many lost their family member
My mother passed many nights without a slumber
I used to ask when is our number


My mother said we are fighting for freedom
We will build a beautiful India with our wisdom
Where everyone will get justice at random
Slavery will not make our life boredom
I used to ask when the time will come


The year I remember was nineteen forty seven
The celebration was from earth to heaven
In the streets, on the roads i saw huging eachother brethren
My mother was busy in distributing sweet to make life sweeten
I asked, mother, will you now not beaten?


Years after years passed in turmoil
Violence, killing, rape continued without fail
The criminals were caught but freed on bail
There were only the poor in jail
I asked , mother, is the government on criminals' trail?


By now my mother has become very old
She got beaten, tortured and robbed of her gold
She cried bitterly and told the untold
I don't find our India, it is sold
Sleep son before you are cold







____________________________Sohrab Alam Ansari

The Life in Tears

   The Life in tears



Speak to all about the night
when two fates had a fight
I was chuckling in fright
Life seemed no bright
it was all about sight


People took me in laps
They were naming me perhaps
The very time came I in traps
The taste of life started with that very mishap
It was all about my life in laps

My birth gave immense happiness to all
I was happy in tears after all
My little sister was holding a doll
I was blinking my eyes to all
Thus my entry to a family, I recall


My parents first decided to send me to school
I was hardly four-year-old at that time, I recall
Every day my name was called on the roll
It was pathetic to pass the time in the mall
This was the time I got to fail and fall

The failure did not end there
I saw its face here, there and everywhere
Every time I felt it and tried to share
but not a single person came to listen near
By that time came again a new year

         
                         __________________________Sohrab Alam Ansari

Thy Eye is very near to my heart
thy heart is very warm to my hearth
where we warm our loves being alone
in the dark between the trees alone

Once i dreamt of you in the war
the war of my heart and mind
where everything was against the will
the will of my being so afar

the life takes a topsy turn
Which bakes me and burn
i regret always of my birth
when i am caught hard in dearth

 O Almighty make me useful for all
give me strenght in the times and all
what if i get to grab a good deed
Even then you are at no loss instead




                                                      _______________ Sohrab Alam Ansari

I have a dream
dream of my life
every day passes
with much hopes

Can these hopes come
true or untrue
make my life happier
or sadder maybe

why people love
love is a feeling
it is a healing
or boiling

Life can be rose
it can be prick
it can be soft
or hard


                                    __________________ Sohrab Alam Ansari