In Chains and Fetters
The night is still and dark, my friend As I lie locked up in this prison Where dawns are not dawns, and days are not days And evenings are lifeless,…
The night is still and dark, my friend As I lie locked up in this prison Where dawns are not dawns, and days are not days And evenings are lifeless,…
Shah Latif had developed a special attachment with the Baluchi tribe. He had closely observed their virtues of courage, determination adherence to their pledge and the qualities of leadership. They…
Being a bed-ridden soul for days were not so boring except that weakness overgrown herself on my body. But a woman who always sees followed up by the ogling eyes…
PART TWO In the previous article we analysed some of the basic concepts in Engels’ work and what the problem with utopian socialism was. The basic problem was that the…
In difficult times the number of those who waver increases; in difficult times – and this is a law of history – there are those who become confused, there are…
People around the world with leaning towards left has seen the celebration of 100 years of Communist party of China with joy and pride .The way USSR collapsed for many…
PART ONE This series will be dedicated to explaining and elaborating the concepts found in Frederick Engels’ Socialism: Utopian and Scientific, published in 1880. Our aim is to cover more…
Words lay scattered On the smooth layers of leaves Quarreling with one another…these words Elegies of loss or the notes of celebrations Chants of wars or the melodies of peace…
It’s now only a dream; that land of peace! In this smoke of hatred, it’s hard to breathe. Strange how humans can grow fangs, Be hungry to spill blood of…
It’s now only a dream; that land of peace! In this smoke of hatred, it’s hard to breathe. Strange how humans can grow fangs, Be hungry to spill blood of…
Another lowly blaze set by the tyrant Burnt the riches of your heart Your humble little sheltered tent The jewels of your sparkly eyes Now Rubies molten into blood There…
Friends, Look how mischievously my heart longs for her in moments and happenings. My heart inquires whether she is an angel or fairy. Today I am impatient again to behold…