MY IDEAL _ PRESIDENT ASIF ALI ZARDARI _ by Saria Benazir

Caught in remarkable crowds,
And copious, chanting out,
Jeay Jeay Bhutto,
Live Live Bhutto,
The realities take a dissimilar twirl,
And here, life’s to observe,
Though, description requires nerve and valor,
Far greater than the subsisting one,
For you’d have to stir along,
Fight and struggle for it, too long…
It’s here, you’d come across facts,
And of course, your life’s going to revolutionize,
Change to an absolutely new one…..

My enthusiasm,
My idyllic,
My craze,
It ain’t just a word,
But of course,
The fable before it is too long,
A saga of prolonged anguishes,
Prisons and forged charges,
Exiles and afflicts,
Physical and mental both…
For it requires extra courage to depict that all…

Though, impractical enough to get facts,
Those veiled realities,
A partial thought can never get,
My eyes catch sight of enormous crowds,
A sea of support for freedom fighters,
Of the flag bearers of egalitarianism,
With all promising aims to overcome poverty,
Inflation, crime and injustice,
Where the common were slaved by their fellow countrymen,
In such hard-hitting times,
There stood my beloved leader to struggle,
Facing billions of hardships,
Standing all alone in a malicious world,
But he never gave up,…

Still, continued speaking for the rights of the nation,
Though, all he got as recompense was mere misery,
Scorching warmth,
And feet of such a sizzling floor,
And the tongue, cut off,
Too astringent realities,
And further more,
Heart sufferings,
He bore it all with endurance,
With hope of a better day, ahead…

The one, who sacrificed every of his possessions,
Away from family, from his beloved ones,
The eyes of Benazir,
Bilawal, Aseefa & Bakhtawar,
Filled with tears,
Waiting to gaze at him,
The one, who hardly could give love and warmth to his children,
When they needed it,
For he gave up all his joys for the sake of this nation…

The heart aching moments,
Hardly a year, the family was together,
Same catastrophes,
A blow,
That filched the last hope,
My dearest leader Bhutto Benazir,
At times, I hear masses,
Calling out WE DON’T NEED PAKISTAN,
But himself in need of a shoulder to cry on,
He gave strength to all,
Saving Pakistan once again,
By calling out “PAKISTAN KHAPPAY”.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
I love you President Zardari!
You truly are my ideal!!!
I’m fortunate to share my birthday with you!
President Asif Ali Zardari is our pride _ The gem, God blessed this nation with.

Regards,
Saria Benazir!

President Asif Ali Zardari _ A Courage, Too Rare To Find….._ by Saria Benazir

Though, history is filled with parables of heroism _ of gallant leaders, but when taking circumstances to the constraints of Pakistan, it’s quite evident that our country did not get sufficient leaders, who believed in the democracy _ in spite of the fact that the country was founded on the root of egalitarianism. Ever since, democracy _ which sounded to a be a replica word in the narrations of the leading class, who hardly had any initiative about what was going within and further more, rioting, swell in corruption & inflation _ that was all, that lead the country to experience Martial Law Governments for decades_ the periods, in which the voice of the commons was stifled & no one had the right to criticize any of the policies of the Government. In such perilous situations, the foundation of Pakistan Peoples Party was the mile stone, that lead to democratic overhaul in Pakistan _ Giving all the country men, equal powers _ equal rights over the resources of the country, equivalent opportunities of edification, health , employment and justice, but as for nation like Pakistan, democracy has always been the forbidden fruit and of course, what could a small group of people do at a time, where they themselves could not get justice _ Though, despite being the rulers, who were the dupes of injustice _ injustice at the hands of the bribed ones and to the world, this day, it’s an open question for what was the fault of Quaid _ e_ Awam Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto _ the founder Chairman of Pakistan Peoples Party & the former Prime Minister of Pakistan_ The World’s beloved leader _ A gem, which the world can never get back, even in thousands centuries….???? His mistake just laid in saving Pakistan and promising to grant “BREAD, CLOTHING & SHELTER” to his people and to risk his own life, just for making his state a nuclear power. To this day, where are those courts, who gave his death statement..???? Has their inner self forgiven them..! For they’re such tumid souls, who know neither victory, nor defeat.

Following in the footprints of her father, the Daughter of Destiny Shaheed Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto made indefatigable exertions to make Pakistan, a land of Bhutto’s dreams and in her political struggle, one cannot ignore the connotation of her husband and the President of Pakistan Asif Ali Zardari, who stood besides her in every difficult time and never gave up for the reason, his wife was struggling too hard _ facing trillions hardships, every single day and for the purpose, his father in law had been hanged. History cannot site another such paradigm of a leader , who , apart from possessing every supply of a luxurious life preferred to live a life, which was dedicated to providing rights to the ordinary ones of Pakistan.

Looking into his political struggle, it seems like as if prison was his second home, for the opponents of democracy left no effort _ no opportunity to cause him harm and the arraigns, against him could never be proved in decades. Those were not charges of corruption, they were charges of speaking in the voice of the commons _ to raise the standard of living of the natives of Pakistan and of course, who dreadful can facts further more be _ the person, who’s tongue was cut off, just because he spoke for “ROTI, KAPRA & MAKAAN” for the people of Pakistan _ His taking a single breath had even become hard, just for tying his relation with the member of a family, which had constantly stood against the dictators and finally, gave their blood for their people. So was here and President Zardari did not attest his relationship so fake _ He proved to the dedicated follower of Bhutto –ism _ A legacy, so far filled with abrasions _ deep seas of blood.

A person _ who was suffering from a heart disease and still, at the time, where his wife had to look after him., her ailing mother, a nation in agony and managing the affairs of her party _ Truly, Benazir Bhutto Shaheed was the “DAUGHTER OF DESTINY”, who not only faced, but successfully got out of all these issues with patience _ Facts are always terrible _ It had not been a year, the family was together _ the world saw Benazir, Asif, Bilawal, Aseefa and Bakhtawar together that the land of Pakistan was demanding for the blood of another Bhutto and that too, the flower of Paradise Shaheed Benazir Bhutto, who left her world _ a world of her love to fight against oppressors and the eyes , filled with tears, heart, melted to recall moments of December 27, 2007, she was snatched so brutally from us. Such harsh moments and here too, it was the same man of courage, President Zardari, who himself was in need of healing his sores provided everybody else, his own shoulder to cry on and saved Pakistan by calling out “PAKISTAN KHAPPAY” _ WE NEED PAKISTAN.

Today, he stands as the Co – Chairman of the largest party of Pakistan _ Pakistan Peoples Party _ The Representative of the 18 million population of Pakistan! He’s truly the “RIGHTFUL HEIR” of the Bhutto bequest!

MY IDEAL _ LONG LIVE PRESIDENT ZARDARI!
AIK ZARDARI, SAB PAR BHAARI !!!!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

UNDER THE SAME FLAG….!!!

Winds blowing from ecstasy,
Songs of the nightingales,
Beckons of the seas,
Pinnacles of the glaciers,
Burnish of the sun,
Coolness of the moon,
Murmurs of the bees,
Cologne of the roses,
After all, hymns for democracy,
All’s under the same trend,
A same spectacle,
To all eyes,
Open or close,
From the affluent one to the filthiest,
From the very important one to a layman,
The sizzling deserts of Africa,
The frost of Antarctica,
The slogan of equality,
Justice and egalitarianism,
Life’s to call out every time,
Long Live Benazirism…

My flag,
Dyed green, red, black,
It’s a crest of people’s power,
Of those, who didn’t rest,
Seeing situations hard-hitting,
Didn’t ever give up,
Though, moments were exasperating,
Anxiety and depression,
Covering the perspective of life,
The flag bearers of Pakistan Peoples Party,
Who lost their lives,
Spent years in prison,
But never gave up their identity…
A figure,
That’s a quintessence of bravery,
Heroism and valor,
Representing every class of people….
Every movement for the cause of democracy….

From the inauguration to perpetuity,
It’s all, but an immortal legacy,
So deeply wounded hearts,
Lives stained with blood,
Blood, that’s apparent on the green,
Even in the firmament…

Long Live Pakistan Peoples Party.

Forever Last Bhutto-ism!

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

A Life Dedicated to Benazir….

To all the deliberations,
To each distinct remark,
I’m sentient of,
Firmness is quite rough,
Too callous to get,
Still, all alone in a spiteful world,
There rises the voice of egalitarianism lovers,
Of the believers of peoples power,
There lies a portrayal,
Deeper than a sea,
The bed of which a human essence,
It can never reach…

Moments get ruthless though,
At all times,
The empathy melts to see the circumstances,
Incidents, so piercing,
Appalling enough to lose compassion,
Life goes into the past,
Where I view a marvel,
Audacity, that was no longer common to find,
Pluckiness, which had never existed,
Assurance to the cause in a better way,
The world had not learnt it yet..
I hold about to these imaginations,
I catch glare if crimson, emerald and black flags,
Hear slogans of bread, clothing and shelter…
Promise of a better future of the nation,
A hope of a progressive Pakistan….

Thereby, time’s indignant,
Still, I see a huge sea,
A sea of Bhutto’s daughter’s supporters,
From the glaciers of Himalayas,
To the bearing of Arabian Sea,
The Valley of Kashmir,
To the deserts of Punjab and Balochistan,
For I know there stands a wish,
A conviction in the concord between all,
The name for that bond of brotherhood,
It’s none else than Benazir…

For the rivals are too coward,
Coward enough to take her away so brutally,
Still, unable enough to remove her legacy,
Under an open sky,
I hear billions, chanting out Jeay Bhutto,
Benazir is alive,
Those voices never shuddered with a dictator’s trepidation,
And to this day,
It’s my secure to the world,
For it’s a relation till the last blood,
My life’s dedicated to Benazir,
For no one’s dauntless enough to take away my passion….

LONG LIVE BENAZIR ISM!!!!

Regards,
SariaBenazir.

BILAWAL BHUTTO ZARDARI _ The Pride of Nation _ by Saria Benazir

All eras coming ahead,
Life coerces to bellow out,
O yes! I’m not too vulnerable,
Not much bleak,
For there lies a trust,
Obscurity never perseveres,
A sunup is still to come,
To inhabit the face of the orb...
Same here,
Though, a anecdote of blood,
Describing it entails superfluous guts,
A sensitivity, valor enough to bear,
And of course, eyes with adequate gap,
Yes! Space to hold the shreds…
Gosh! My leader was taken away,
Too viciously,
So callously was she assassinated,
For the stab was to murder democracy,
To slay the symbol of confederacy,
The insignia of peoples power…

Though, epochs are hard-hitting,
And of course, survival’s must,
For I get to recollect my Bibi’s last few words,
How many Bhuttos would you kill,
From every house, a Bhutto would come…
Those words seized enough genuineness,
Enough profundity to sum up details,
To bring the realities on a slip of paper..
Still, the soreness of losing you lingers,
But with a hope…

People went with a goal,
Held determinations to eliminate the name,
The name of a blood filled heritage Bhutto,
To throw out the so called emblem of democracy,
My beloved Pakistan Peoples Party,
But to all the adversaries,
The first defeat, though too perplexing,
The moments still in agony,
The sky, in prostration to her decorum,
Of course, the countrymen chanting,
LIVE LIVE BENAZIR……..!!!


Instants later,
The voice of PAKISTAN KHAPPAY strikes my ear,
And I’m almost back in life,
When directs later,
I hear a juvenile Bhutto,
Calling out his mother’s words,
Though, remembering those minutes,
Its not less throbbing,
Still, the world is a bystander to his audacity,
The legacy is continued by Bilawal,
Who converses in the words of his mom,
Democracy is the greatest reprisal…

In precedent years,
I see his buoyancy,
Belief in his mom’s doctrine,
Having apprehension for every worker of the party,
Even for a layman,
I found in him a new Benazir…
For both the expressions,
Bilawal & Benazir are meant to be the same,
I heed him calling for Bhutto-ism,
And the slogans Jeay Bhutto,
It makes the world memorize the Hero of the Muslim World Z A Bhutto…

In his utterance,
I feel the words of my cherished leader,
His eyes,
Filled with the agony of missing his mom,
Still, an optimism for all,
His personality,
I find in it my Bibi’s dignity…

This day, you made me conceited of having such warmth for you! Many Congrats for such a splendid result! Benazir & President Zardari would indisputably be pompous to have a son like you, Bakhtawar & Aseefa to have a brother like you & the Pakistani Nation _ A leader like you!


JEAY BHUTTO!!!!
“MY EVERY DROP OF BLOOD IS FOR PPP”.

Regards,
Saria Benazir.

JULY 5 _ WAS THE FAIR PLAY TRIUMPHANT…?? _ by Saria Benazir?

5th July _ The sinister day in the history of Pakistan _ When the Government of the founder Chairman of Pakistan Peoples Party Quaid e Awam Shaheed Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto was eliminated by the then tyrant Zia ul Haq, and thereby, Pakistan , under the longest era of Martial Law ever since its underpinning. Moments were too awful _ Murky nights _ Gosh! The end of a democratic Government, followed by the judicial murder of ZA Bhutto and those three months of elections _ That day never arrived!
July 5 _ The black day for dismantling the Constitution of Pakistan….! That was the nerve of Pakistan Peoples Party & only Pakistan Peoples Party, which faced all these obstacles and murders with patience and sagacity, for we deem, neither in prisons, nor in bullets, but DEMOCRACY is our vengeance and that is a fact that the forces of democracy & justice triumph. Long Live Bhutto-ism.

In a shadowy night,
Caught in deep slumber,
I hear stratagems against democracy,
They too, under the name of Fair Play,
I hear the voices of droves,
Surrounding the house,
Each of them,
Stand-in against the decrees of God,
Against the aspirations of the people,
To bring the peoples supremacy to conclusion,
Gosh! Those trespassers,
Never sentient of their place,
Their category,
For whom they were,
Treacherous, hypocrites and the sickly,
Working in antagonism to the interests,
Concerns of the people,
Stabbing to damage the country’s veracity,
For in the precedent too,
They lost half of the territory…..

Shouting the jingles of their own.
Narai Haq, Zia ul Haq,
The killers of democracy advanced,
To blemish the law and order,
To victimize women,
To leave the nation illiterate,
In dearth and in starvation,
Shelter less and cloth less,
With no means of earning,
Leaving the laborers bleak,
A farmer, feeble,
A common,. Tacit,.
Media , flabbergasted…
Oh..that was the scavenger of the era,
Zia ul haq….


Started from the day was a long chronicle of anguishes,
Of woe,
The days, when the Hero of the Muslim World,
Where the Tiger of Asia,
Where the peoples loved Quaid e Awam was assassinated,
Where was impartiality then..??
Where was Zia ul Haq’s Islam then,
While taking lashes to his neck,
Did he hardly take his “Islamisation” into account?
Though, lies here an excruciating anecdote,
Still, brings up audacity to me,
For dictators are always chucked in gloomy light,
Not by me, by history,
Though, they endeavor to write narration themselves too,
But it never entails dictators’ folios or ink,
It engraves in the compassions and minds of the people,
Who can forget that lifeless lamb?
Who even feared from the carcass of Bhutto…
Who hardly had valor in eyes to see People’s admiration for him,
Or was not hallowed with ears, which could heed the world chanting,

ZINDA HAY BHUTTO, ZINDA HAI…!!!

Jeay Bhutto!
Regards,
Saria Bhutto Benazir.