Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fair Science frown’d not on his\nhumble birth,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And Melancholy mark’d him for her own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Heav’n did a recompense as largely send:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He gave to Mis’ry all he had, a tear,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He gain’d from Heav’n (’twas all he wish’d) a friend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No farther seek his merits to disclose,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
(There they alike in trembling hope repose)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The bosom of his Father and his God. (Thomas Gray)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Here lies a picture in front of me, of a boy from Mithi. His\neyes sunken, skin pale and pastel. Tens of hungry flies are buzzing around his\ntiny nostrils and scrawny ears. He cannot drive them off, for he breathes no\nmore. No woes, there is a Sindhi shawl around his head- his coffin-that was the only\nscarf of his mother which she would use on special occasions-visits to\nrelatives- Eids.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The boy and hundreds like him, tender and toy less died a\nslow painful death. They kept on crying for a few crumbs of bread, but their\nparents were sufficient only in supplications and tears. They could do nothing,\nsave see their cries getting frailer and sinking to sleep-forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wait, these helpless children were not too far away from the\ngod- fathers of Sindh.Very close to them, these saviors of Sindh were\ncelebrating the \u2018Sindh Festivals\u2019, guzzling millions, waving flags and dancing.\nThe deafening sound of \u2018zinda hae\u2019 did not let the faint cries reach their ears.\nThe music was too deafening and the sloganeering too ear-splitting (they have\nbeen beating their breasts for Sindh for the past 65 years, but did not change\ntheir fate, for then who would worship them as gods).<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wait, yet another pause, these Bhuttoes, Zardaris, Mazaaris\ndid flock in desert to discuss and change the fate of Thar. But they gathered\nin another desert-Dubai-the deluxe, for the sand of luckless Sindh sickens them. Yet more hollow promises would\nbe made, for they have to save their hereditary legacy to rule.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet another pause. Punjab Youth Festival was in full swing,\nand the lions and cubs were occupied in daubing world records. The laptop\ngimmicks were also afloat. So, the feeble groans of dying innocents and sobs of\ntheir hapless mothers went un-heard,un-responded.(These were some nasty media\nmen who flashed those death stricken- faces to public).<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pause. In the days to come,\u2019basant\u2019 would abuzz Lahore, for\nthe culture and customs are the soul of the \u2018civilized society\u2019.Ah! The\nqualified intellectuals would extol the exuberant celeberations, but no one\nwould dry ink for you, o the ill-starred people of Sindh.But breather! Some\nNGOs would spring into action, sooner than later. Surely, they would sustain\nyou from starvation, to some families though; they have other duties to care\nabout too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, a sea of prayers for you, o the hunger stricken people\nof Thar (millions of prayers would be raised for you at Makkah by those who travel,\nin thousands for umera). Not in long future, you would no more appear to the screens,\nand would be deserted n the desert,\nuntil the next elections to intonate the beguiling sloganeering again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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