Patriot into Traitor

 A touching Poem depicting ups and downs in our political System

by Robert Browning

,It was roses, roses, all the way
:With myrtle mixed in my path like mad
,The house-roofs seemed to heave and sway
,The church-spires flames, such flags they had
.A year ago on this very day

,The air broke into a mist with bells
.The old walls rocked with the crowd and cries
–Had I said, "Good fold, mere noise repels
"!But give me your sun from yonder skies
"?They had answered, "And afterward, what else

Alack, it was I who leaped at the sun
!To give it my loving friends to keep
:Nought man could do, have I left undone
And you see my harvest, what I reap
.This very day, now a year is run

–There’s nobody on the house-tops now
;Just a palsied few at the windows set
,For the best of the sight is, all allow
,At the Shambles’ Gate– or, better yet
.By the very scaffold’s foot. I trow

,I go in the rain, and more than needs
;A rope cuts both my writs behind
,And think, by the feel, my forehead bleeds
,For they fling, whoever has a mind
.Stones at me for my year’s misdeeds

!Thus I entered, and thus I go
.In triumphs, people have dropped down dead
"Paid by the world, what dost thou owe
,Me?”– God might question; now instead
.’Tis God shall repay: I am safer so

اقرا اکرم
رنگ، تتلی، خوشبو اور خوب صورت پہناووں کی دلدادہ اقرا انٹر کی طالبہ ہیں۔ ابھی ٹین ایج میں ہیں لیکن معاشرے کو بہت سنجیدہ نگاہ سے دیکھتی ہیں۔ سماجی مسائل پر قلم اٹھانے میں دل چسپی رکھتی ہیں اور مطمئن پاکستانی معاشرے کی خواہاں ہیں۔

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