.....HAMZA BABA.... In The Midnight, On a mountain Peak, Sitting Alone, I was Thinking , Suddenly I saw Mirza Khan Ansari and Khushal Khan Khattak, Malaang Abdur Rehman was also sitting beside them, They all were looking toward Khyber, i went closer to them and asked politely, O, great heroes of Pashto Literature...! Why you are looking to the Khyber? Are Pukhtoons expecting yet another invasion from Mughals or Britishers? Mirza Khan slowly turned towards me and said, Dont you know how difficult it was for me to pioneer Gazal in Pashto? Dont you know tonight father of pashto Gazal is joing us here? After having heard this,Great Rehman said, O, The Poet of Great Pir Rokhan Family...! Dont hide history please, Hamza belongs to me, He is a Sufi. Khushal gazed at both with anger and said, Nodoubt Hamza is a Sufi but he has followed my footprints, He has made pashto poetry the way i wanted. In The meanwhile, Hamza came. wearing a Lungay and Chadar on his shoulder... He,after giving due respect to all three gaints,said, O, My great teachers of pashto poetry...! You Gave me an Amanat, And, I not only cared but added more beauty to pashto poetry, I bridged the gulf, i donated my blood, It has made me old but, Pashto GazaL has become more fresh more young, And i have also taken oath from young Pakhtuns, They will keep on working for Pashto.... (Murad shinwari Poem...translated by Haroon Shinwari)
Posted on: Tue, 19 Aug 2014 06:54:55 +0000
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