By Col (R) Masood Anwar, AC/Avn (34 Long Course)
Once upon a time troubles were smaller and I was bigger
I was able to keep them soundless and quiet
Whether it was homes roads or parks
Then troubles grew bigger and I became smaller
I see them now, on roads, in streets, in schools, in homes
Familiar and expressive to a degree of fault
I have, since then, thought very hard
What is the trouble?
I soon realised, I am the trouble because I make trouble
I create, I shape, I fashion trouble
The way I want, the way I like
At my convenience, in my interest
Then why blame trouble?
Troubles trouble because they are troubles
How comical, how intriguing
Am I not the whole trouble?
(Writer’s Note: I think, you might find, hidden within the lines, a message.)
Editor’s Note: If it is not inconvenient, please do write a brief comment at the end of this page under the heading “Leave a Reply here”.
If you have liked this page, then please share it on Facebook, Twitter or any other social media.
You may also contribute your original poem in English by sending to the Editor at: firstname.lastname@example.org