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24.01.2022 The Diamond Jug - Epilogue Papa? Guddu walked up and asked one day. Yes Guddu, I replied.... Papa, I read your poem, The Diamond Jug, I don’t get it, Guddu added. Oh yes, I understand, That poem has too many metaphors - Metaphors are when you say one thing But mean another; they can be a horror! Metaphors may mean many things. Come here, I called him closer, Let me share one meaning of the poem And then you can find others. Yes! said Guddu, coming closer Encouraging me to keep on going. So, our ancestors didn’t live in countries Nor did they work for others for money They did not own land nor lives They lived free: a life in harmony. People were honest and respectful And every life was precious Nothing was wasted; everything shared The Diamond Jug made everything delicious. So what happened, Papa? Guddu wanted to know more. Think of Diamond Jug as magic, And our ancestors made it happen. It was easy when people used logic And believed in actions, not chatting. The lands where our ancestors lived Were invaded and looted: The invaders replaced the magic With grief, greed, and guns. How Papa? Guddu gasped! Lies, theft, weapons, poverty, hunger Violence, anger, revenge, money, power Divided the people Turning friends into enemies. This is the world we live in today Where schools turn us into slaves: People learn to trust paper and screens More than their own senses and deeds. Papa, is the Diamond Jug lost for ever? Guddu wondered lost in thought. Of course not. You see, The Diamond Jug is always here. If we can’t feel it, it is us who are lost Once we recover, the jug will return. Once we people learn our lesson Take action and end oppression Things will heal and recover, because Divisions make diamonds disappear. Divisions make diamonds disappear Divisions make diamonds disappear Sang Guddu as he hopped away, Turned a corner, and disappeared. Ahmar Mahboob

19.01.2022 A collection of my Guddu poems :)

18.01.2022 The Diamond Jug - 3 of 5 Drained by fighting, weakened by diseases At their last breathes, the owners make peace... With battles ending, their anger wanes Humanity finds some roots again. The greedy thieves are stripped of feed The glasses stop their slimy spew The owners wake up to their present states They help each other, forgive the rest The glasses fade and then reappear The contents inside begin to clear The owners observe this real change Their actions become honest again And as the owners regain their balance Divisions vanish, the Jug reemerges. Ahmar Mahboob

17.01.2022 The Diamond Jug - 2 of 5 The magic jug gone, the rainbows vanish Darkness descends, Mother Earth pleads... The owners fight; murder each other And as they battle, the liquids spill over. Poisonous rivers, choking air, scarred land Stifle life without discrimination And as the shadows became darker The violence and greed grows more bitter As the conflicts spread, The glasses bubble more poisons And all harmonies that maintain life Turn into fractals of oppression Is the harmony gone for ever? Can something be done to recover? Ahmar Mahboob

17.01.2022 The Diamond Jug - 4 of 5 The Diamond Jug glitters like before All around it, harmonies flow... Mother Earth shakes off her anger Heals herself and helps her children. Thieves no longer pose a threat Their contagious greed is now contained The owners finally learn their lesson Their integrity they will never abandon Life fills the skies once more Fair fractals glow across the globe Integrity, love, respect, and inclusion Become actions, not just conversation And the owners sing to remember: Divisions make diamonds disappear Ahmar Mahboob

13.01.2022 "Instead of seeing it [language] as inheritance, we always see it as communication, degrading the value of the language itself, of the mother tongue. https://www.abc.net.au//lost-but-not-forgotten-y/100034184