Aman Ki Asha! May that day arrive when this border becomes the kissing lips of the beloved.
The sadness of separation and the yearning to be socially one again still remains quite strong. It’s a shame that two nations, one big and the other gigantic, sitting side by side remain so distant. So much to revive, share, and create – culture, economics, creativity, tourism, and a mind boggling variety of food.
Is it too much to ask? a borderless border, free trade, travel and tourism.
Came across some lovely emotions expressed by yester year progressive writers while reading “Anthems of Resistance” by Ali Hussain Mir 7 Raza Mir – an IndiaInk Roli Books.
Ghalib:
Voh din aaye ke aansoo ho ke nafrat dil se bah jaaye; Voh din aaye ye sarhad bosa-e lab ban ke rah jayee
Yeh sarhad doobte taaron ki, ubharte aaftaabon ki, Yeh sarhad khon mein lithde pyaar ke zakhmi gulaabon ki
Main is sarhad pe kabse muntazar hoon subhe-e farda ka
May that day arrive when hatred ebbs from the heart in the form of tears
May that day arrive when this border becomes the kissing lips of the beloved
This is the border of the setting stars, of rising suns; This the border of love’s roses soaked in blood
I, for long, have been waiting at this border for a new morning.
Sardar Jafri:
Tum aao gulshan-e Lahore se chaman bardosh; Hum aayen subh-e Banaaras ki raushni le kar
Himaalya ke havaaon ki taazgi le kar; phir us ke baad ye poochenge, kaun dushman hai?
You come bearing the gardens of Lahore on your shoulders; We will bring the brightness of Benaras’ morning
The freshness of the Himalayan breeze; And then, we can ask one another: who is the enemy?






