From The Casements Of My Land! Comments

whenever i think on casement of my land , it reminds me a song of Md. Rafi saheb. it reminds me taxila n nalanda. it tought the world to wear cloth. it gave zero to the world. whre malmal of dhaka has gone. one poet of bangladesh wrote you can not spare us while writing 1000 yrs culture of the sub-continent n why we will forgo it. the land where first poetry were scribed . one soul is always dwelling in the sub continent. still here a father can not see straight to her young daughter. still cries of daughter while leaving her father's house on her wedding makes all to weep. some fundamental character of this sub continent can never be deleted.. The brain drain of this land has made other rich. thnx for share.

Dear Shahzia, I liked this poem and its agonizing thoughts. If you wish, you can read my poems on Nature and love and send your comments. Thanks!

, , yes thats a very sad situation, , , , wonderfully portrayed., , , ,

Yes some are misinterpreting n twisting the holy verses. There rises the ugly head of yazidiat against the husainis. Husainis wil hav to make too many sacrificises but i wish they all ought to practice taqiyyah for the sake of their survival and peace. A powerful poem very impresive literary evaluation. Your fan.

A very poignant situation described so tellingly. Great.

Piqued by the perfect description of oddities that afflict my land. Loved it

A thoughtful poem Shahzia. This situation is going on world wide. You have penned it very well.

I do understand the emotion...

'The kingdom of Heaven is within you' - this is the only way any of us will find peace and contentment, but not an easy task I fear. Well penned Shahzia.

Leaders are taking us to a helpless situation. We must overcome this somehow.

God and religion are traded at higher volumes than ever before and all believers have to better settle with the fact that as long as there is no divine intervention, it is up to the divinity alone to act against. But what I always feel is if man is very disillusioned and dejected like this, what will be the magnitude of the disaster that the divinity himself/herself/itself is likely to experience. Shahzia, aren`t we fed up with the prayers of the kind? Why can`t we begin to pray keeping our heads down and hands kept down as if the next wonder were to emerge from the nadir of the earth? As a poet, you are disheartened And your poem casts its spell on us May your fellow poets too share your concerns By writing good poems again and again!

the situation is now spreaded worldwide. A beautiful expression of your heart n soul when your heart cries for the land n the people.

The eyes in tears, the heart in fears, The hands are raised to God in prayers In the surrounding aridity of life, God is the only refuge! But unfortunately, the sciptures are misinterpreted and God is traded for money... A dismal scenario powerfully drawn!

'Woh' bhi hay koi saahukaar. Kisi tor jannat kharid lay. ... You are accurate in your analysis. Nice poem and bad facts. ... best wishes aapi. I keep something to say, when there will be a way.

wow, very nice, a pessimistic poem but fantastically wriitteen , enjoyed fully.10 marks given.