Again

kashmir peace

 A ghazal for all Kashmiris and
In Memoriam Agha Shahid Ali

 

 

Soldiers have died in vain and will again.

Lovers have kissed in rain and will again.

 

Neighbors dispute, tragically lose all calm.

Nations have split in twain and will again.

 

Beauty gives power to hurt or heal with balm.

Passion brings exquisite pain and will again.

 

Sunshine may bless or curse; it all depends.

Fires have scorched green plain and will again.

 

Heaven has ended drought with drenching winds.

Farmers have prayed for rain and will again.

 

Women create and care for life on Earth.

Mothers have suffered pain and will again.

 

Men have to hunt for food to prove their worth.

Fathers have died from strain and will again.

 

Words, puffs of air, strokes of pen, yet are strong.

Writers have made truth plain and will again.

 

Music embodies love in dance and song.

Poets shout joy, cry pain, and will again.

 

Ágha Sháhid Áli knew many homes,

Srínagar the main.  May it be again.

 

Lovers of God heed different holy tomes.

Many, though, merely feign and will again.

Money, great idol of men, leads astray.

Rich men have hoarded grain and will again.

 

Lucre and violence rule us today.

Villains have got ill gain and will again.

 

Islam and Hindu Dharm believe in peace.

Actually, though, they’ve slain and may again.

 

Muslims and Hindus covenanted to cease

Mutual,historic pain and will again.

 

God’s cosmos, work of Love ineffable

With marvels filled my brain and will again.

 

With rhyme, refrain—words chiming, equable,

Ben Adhem made this train and will again.

 

Born in 1940 and raised in rural South Dakota, USA, Bob Cable graduated from Harvard College in 1962, then declined a U.S. Air Force commission to teach for two years instead as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Peru. For 20 years he continued teaching English in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia; in Isfahan, Iran; and in four regions of the USA (Minnnesota, Texas, Washington DC, and Massachusetts), followed by a decade of work as a medical transcriptionist / secretary in the Boston, Massachusetts area, where he currently lives. Concomitantly, Bob did direct care work in Human Services for 30 years. He has three children with his first, Palestinian wife and enjoys three cats with his current life partner, Lorraine. Bob has always loved poetry and, since retirement in 2015, has written about 300 poems. Email: [email protected]

© Robert Cable, 2018


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