After a gap of more than one month I am back to my blog. Partially my personal commitments were keeping me away but I waded off primarily to glance back to the not so happy yet evenful year. Surprised to see that over the last two years and even last 5 and ten years nothing has actually changed for good for 'janta' i.e. ordinary people living in Pakistan. Things had never been ideal but sadely the speed of deterioration has actually accelerated manifold during the last two years. I could only 'Pity the nation' just like Khalil Gibran did. Sharing it with you so it goes off my head to yours!
Pity the Nation
By Khalil Gibran
My friends and road fellows,
Pity the Nation that is full of beliefs
And empty of religion
Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave,
Eats bread it does not harvest,
And drinks a wine that flows
Not from its own winepress
Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as Hero,
And that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful
Pity the nation that despises a passion in its dream,
Yet submits in its awakening
Pity the nation that raises not its voice
Save when it walks in a funeral,
Boasts not except among its ruins
And will rebel not save when its neck is laid
Between the sword and the block
Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox,
Whose philosopher is a juggler,
And whose art is the art of patching and mimicking
Pity the nation that welcomes
Its new ruler with trumpetings
And farewells him with hootings,
Only to welcome another with trumpetings again
Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years
And whose strong men are yet in the cradle
Pity the nation divided into fragments,
Each fragment deeming itself a nation……………
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