My Sindh! I am your son, trust me, I shall give you last drop of my blood

[author title=”Ghulam Nabi Mughal ” image=”https://sindhcourier.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/Ghulam-Nabi-Mughal-Sindh-Courier.jpg”]Ghulam Nabi Mughal, born on March 12, 1944, is an acclaimed short story writer and novelist of Sindhi language. Based in Hyderabad city of Sindh province of Pakistan did his maters in International Relations from University of Sindh, graduation in law from Sindh Law College and acquired higher certification and training in Food Grain Storage and Management from Kansas State University. He had joined Food Department, Government of Sindh in 1967 from where retired as Regional Director in 2002. He has authored around fifty poems in English over a decade. [/author]

 

My Sindh – your alien sons!

A land of aliens

Where are your own people?

You know were they massacred?

Were they made “Shooders?*”

 

My Sindh!

I am your son

Trust me! I shall give you last drop of

My blood

We came from mountains full of snow

We galloped on horses from west

We arrived with pale rays of sun

Your refuge was full of sweet water

You had shelter and moonlit mountains

You had lap of Mother

We were unwanted rejected & castaways

From lands of our ancestors, and

You are Mother Sindh

I am your son

Our generations have worshiped you!

 

I am your son

Will never you!

My forefathers – aliens came to you refuge

I was conceived in that refuge

I am your son — O’ Mother Sindh!

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We are two – way persons

We are two – way persons

Going parallel like rails

Why don’t you understand?

We could not meet on ends!

 

Heart is busy pounding for life

Life is the last station we left

I felt going without love

My soul feels no love no life!

 

Understand me

How can I love you?

Soul, dying slow and searching you

In the darkness of heart

Where your name falls like tear drop.

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*Shooders – Low-caste/Untouchables