A Great Show
The fish-seller is
Butchering fish in the street;
The poor children
Can only watch the great show
And get all enjoyment.
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Life........A Task
God broke a glass toy
And gave it to man
His art to employ
To do what he can.
Day and night man tries
To search out pieces'
He dives, runs, and flies.
But each Hour teases.
His hands are cut deep
And heart and soul bleed,
He becomes a bones'heap
Reduces to seed.
Soul feels the agony
And leaves the world hard
Life is such irony
Stony house of card.
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Who IS in the FOG
Whenever Fog comes and roams about
In her whitish bulk I feel some doubt.
I feel some unheard footsteps
Follow me without stops.
They neither come near
Nor they go too far.
Perhaps it is some past memory
Or the dead days ghost hoary.
Or my own fickle fancy
Or peaceful Fog's discrepancy.
Never alone I feel in this earthly cloud
Surrounded by an endless crowd.
Fog is the dispersion of my memories
Or a noise of my soul's silent cries.
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How Is It Possible ?
When no iota of dust can stay in eye
Without making its presence realized.
No hair can enter the mouth stealthily
Without astounding the alert guards.
No ant can run on skin without a quake
No fly can rest on hair without burdening
No draft of wind can pass without a shake
No slight sound can enter ears without hearkening.
Then how is it possible that an idea evil
Enters a pure heart without an explosion
And innocent eyes fail to cavil
About the fatal abominable delusion.
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Don't Go Abroad
All good ones walk on the same road
And say that the West is the best.
They find in it peaceful life's code
In the Third World there is no rest.
Bag and baggage they go to west
And leave behind inferiority
In all those who want to contest
With problems with torn poverty.
Brave ones don't leave the battlefield
Good cause is all they want to have
Neither medals nor shining shield
And for coming time the path pave.
Please live in Poverty's cottage
And try to build it up anew
Try to fill the empty pottage
With paradise' honey and dew.
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Half Heaven Half Hell
The whole universe has two main divisions
One of horrible hells, one of lovely heavens.
Eyes are to watch scenes of two categories
One of Venus' face, one of frown of Furies.
Ears are to hear melodies or death bells
One buys pleasing pleasures, and other sells.
Tears are filled with deep pain or bursting joy
Shed by ruined age or by an adolescent boy.
Black hair with passage of time becomes gray
Either life is spent in prayer or in play.
Shining teeth get retirement in old age
They are to get rid of mouth's muttering cage.
Joys are to wither into sadness one day
Each comedy becomes at last a tragic play.
Life is divided into days and nights
And men into cowards and daring knights.
Sometimes sun and sometimes fog is to rule space
Sometimes death and sometimes life is face to face.
The world is a combination of two extremes
One has nightmares and the other sweet dreams.
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Shifting the House
He lived in my heart for a long time
When life was in its metre and rhyme.
When the house became shabby
He was reminded of his old hobby.
He searched out a house newly raised
Day and night its beauty he praised.
Then one day he took all his luggage
And left the house bag and baggage.
He was welcomed with open arms
He got lost in its fascinating charms.
He enjoyed a long passage of time
As long as life was in its rhyme.
Insted of house now he became old
Over the change he had no hold.
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Your (pbuy) Love's Miracles
The space is full of small droplets, delicate
But all of the don't have the same fate,
Only those the colors of the rainbow create
Who are blessed with your love, peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
Countless flowers smile in parks and valleys
Not for months and years but some dailies
Only those give forth sweet smell in rallies
Who want to see you, peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
A large variety of herbs spreads on the ground
Some with ease and some with hardship found
Only those for good health are the most sound
That want to kiss your feet, peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
Numberless particles lie down on earth's face
Humility stays with them in close, fast embrace
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