I wish , O friend I were friends
In many a fond melody of flute
I keep calling Him
The mystery of Unity wished and soul crept into cage
With feet in the stirrups , vendor sells new merchandise
I and He were friends even before the advent of man,
Much later did He founded Paradise, K’aba and the idol house
Huu icomes out cold, haa is hot, both get lost in the ocean
Calling out to the Holly self is Noah while rowing his ferry
One who burnt sandalwood in
bonfire, turned rocks into power,
Prince Farhaad won his Shireen
in the land of Iran
Of her own will Laila lifted her veil, made a promise in the depths,
Fathomless lies that ocean,
it knows no bounds,
In the cage finds the Parrot its abode amidst the waters
It holds the albatrosses, ginnies and nymphs as subordinates
By Shafi Shauq
A Duckling in the Jhelum,
In the melancholic night.
With no moonlight,
Wandering amidst in void.
Gazing at the vicious smoke,
With it’s shaky quack quackquack!
Engulfed by fear,
It’s heart throbs.
For in flux was it,
Even in the darkest hours.
Survived it but,
To win the battles.
For “Wilde” has rightly said:
“A burnt child loves the fire.”
By Hurmat Altaf