Posts Tagged ‘BIRDS’
It was just time pass; it wasn’t loving affair
It wasn’t even agreed to live forever, affair
He agreed to me after revulsion; that’s true
He wasn’t hesitant to be in private, it’s true
I’ve no complain if she’s broken her promise
She was simply chum for a night; so no issue
Was with my all day long under blazing sun
She was wall’s shade; not a wall in the sun
What she got, achieved through unfair way
She didn’t deserve that post in any way
Why the birds left their babies on the tree
Was not an ally! The vulture near the tree
If you wish to know Najmi, study him cagily
He’s a book of life and not an evening paper
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ذرا سی دیر کی تفریح تھی بس پیار تھوڑی تھا
عمر بھر ساتھ رہنے کا کوئی اقرار تھوڑی تھا
یہ سچ ہے بات وہ میری بڑی مشکل سے مانا تھا
اسے خلوت میں ملنے سے کوئی انکار تھوڑی تھا
گلہ کیسا اگر اس نے کوئی پیمان توڑا ہے
مسافر تھا وہ شب بھر کا وہ رشتہ دار تھوڑی تھا
جھلستی دھوپ میں یوں تو وہ میرے ساتھ تھا دن بھر
مگر وہ سایہِ دیوار تھا دیوار تھوڑی تھا
ملی ہے جو سفارش سے کسی گمنام سازش سے
صدارت کی اُسے مسند تو وہ حقدار تھوڑی تھا
پرندے کیوں گئے تھے اُس شجر پر چھوڑ کر بچّے
وہاں اک گدھ جو بیٹھا تھا وہ چوکیدار تھوڑی تھا
سمجھنا ہو اگر نجمی کو پڑھنا خوب فرصت سے
کتابِ زیست تھا وہ شام کا اخبار تھوڑی تھا
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الحاج نجمی کراچی پاکستان
Soil emits fragrance
Posted on: January 26, 2017
- In: Poetry
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- Soil emits fragrance
During this monsoon
Thus the birds rejoice
…….
- Rain pours down
Every instant in the heart
It’s thou who enlivens
………..
- Soggy wet are eyes
See splish-splash around
The weather moist damp
……..
- River’s furious
As heart softens
Mountain mourns
……..
- A lamp was lit for long
Beyond the mountain
The beloved didn’t come
……..
- Wintry cold nights
Needy searches around
For comfort and warmth
The birds may not have squealed for no reason
Someone from city may have come for treason
Tree cutters would be aware of consequences
Bodies will burn in the sun if no shade resilience
Blooming spring’s founder didn’t even assume
Who let thorns to pierce into blood in volume?
A cheery chirpy bird sitting on the electric wire
Considers jungle to be of someone else’s pier
Flying from the jungle the terrified thirsty birds
Appeared every mirage as an ocean to the birds
Urdu Poetry: Kaifi Azmi
Translator: Tanveer Rauf
شور یوں ہی نہ پرندوں نے مچایا ہو گا
کوئی جنگل کی طرف شہر سے آیا ہو گا
پیڑ کے کاٹنے والوں کو یہ معلوم نہ تھا
جسم جل جائیں گے جب سر پہ نہ سایہ ہو گا
بانی ِ جشن ِ بہاراں نے یہ سوچا بھی نہیں
کس نے کانٹوں کو لہو اپنا پلایا ہو گا
بجلی کے تار پہ بیٹھا ہوا ہنستا پنچھی
سوچتا ہے کہ وہ جنگل تو پیارا ہو گا
اپنے جنگل سے جو گھبرا کے اڑے تھے پیاسے
ہر سراب ان کو سمندر نظر آیا ہو گا
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shor yūñhī na parindoñ ne machāyā hogā
koī jañgal kī taraf shahr se aayā hogā
peḌ ke kāTne vāloñ ko ye mālūm to thā
jism jal jā.eñge jab sar pe na saaya hogā
bānī-e-jashn-e-bahārāñ ne ye sochā bhī nahīñ
kis ne kāñToñ ko lahū apnā pilāyā hogā
bijlī ke taar pe baiThā huā hañstā panchhī
sochtā hai ki vo jañgal to parāyā hogā
apne jañgal se jo ghabrā ke uḌe the pyāse
har sarāb un ko samundar nazar aayā hogā
Tanveer Rauf
- In: Poetry
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Our relation is not printed on water,
That wave would wash away,
Neither is it written in air,
That it is considered vague,
Neither is it written on sand,
To spread and blown by wind,
The relation between you and me,
Is stamped on Barren Island of our hearts,
Like a precious pearl in an oyster,
Pure, clear and hidden in Deep Ocean,
Free from slyness and sham,
Unified in a chain of love and care,
Like a dazzling moon and shining light,
Showing path like shiny stars in dark thicket,
The relation between you and me
Is it the realism of our existence———?
Even if we break the tradition
Posted on: October 17, 2015
- In: Poetry
- 4 Comments
Even if we break the tradition
For being getting forlorn
Refrain from loving; then–?
Will there be no rain again??
Weathers won’t transform?
No funfair no amusement ever again?
Will the rain never downpour again ?
Missing someone madly
Will love come to an end?
Will the birds never chant again?
The butterflies will never flutter
On blossoming flowers again
Won’t kids chase butterflies again?
The partridge, to reach the moon
Will fail to remember its direction
Stars will not twinkle in the sky to show
Gentle wind will not enliven the garden
Rising sun rays won’t caress flowers
The sunrays that sang melody on sea shore
Will no longer hum, thus travelers will mislay
Live and stride aimlessly astray losing their way,
Will fade away unnamed, no one to moan
No one to shed tears in memory, No one to groan
Will the eyes gaze into environs?
After that afar beyond the horizon
Or to search for the hidden away fortune
What if we break the tradition?
For being getting forlorn
Refrain from loving; then–?
We breathe life the way we like
Or breathe our very last breath
Is no one’s apprehension then!
محبت چھوڑ بھی دیں ہم
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چلو گر تنگ آ کر اک روایت توڑ بھی دیں ہم
محبت چھوڑ بھی دیں یم
تو کیا ہوگا۔۔۔۔۔؟
زمیں پر مومسموں کا
پھر کبھی میلہ نہیں ہوگا
نہ برکھا ویسے برسے گی
کہ دل تڑپے کسی کو یا د کرکے پھر
محبت ختم ہوگی کیا۔۔۔۔۔۔؟
گُل و بُلبُل کے قصے
پھر نہیں دۃُرائے گا کوئی
نہ تتلی پھول پر رقصاں کبھی ہوگی
نہ بچے صحن گُلشن میں
بس اک تتلی پکڑنےکےلئے
بے چین یوں ہونگے
چکوری چاند کی چاہت میں
رستہ بھول جائے گی
نہ تارے جھلملا ئیں گے
فلک پر راہبر بن کر
صبا پھر کیا کرے گی آ کے گُلشن میں
طلوُع ہوگا جو سورج
اُس کی کرنیں گُل نہ چومیں گی
لب دریا ہوا جو قصہ مہرو وفا کا
گایا کرتی تھی نہ گائے گی
مُسافر راہ چلتے راہ سے بھٹکیں گے گم ہونگے
جئیں گے پھر یونہیں
بے نام سی اک زندگی
شاید مریں گے تو بھی
کوئی آنکھ نہ آنسو بہائےگی
محبت ہی نہ ہوگی
جب بھلا آنسو بہیں گے کیوں
مگر آنسو بہیں نہ پھر
بھلا آنکھیں کریں گی کیا ۔۔۔؟
محظ تکتے ہی رہنا دُور تک
خالی خلا میں کیا مقدر میں لکھا ہوگا ۔۔۔۔؟
روایت توڑ بھی دیں ہم
محبت چھوڑ بھی دیں ہم
جئیں پھر ہم کسی کو کیا۔۔۔؟
مریں گے تو بھی کیا ہوگا۔۔۔؟
انور زاہدی
Syed Mushtaq Hussein
Posted on: June 8, 2015
- In: Humanity | Love
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My husband was transferred to Faisalabad in 19 77. There was no residential facility for the families. So my husband arranged for me and our four minor children in a retired brigadier’s huge country house. It had uncountable rooms. The bungalow was surrounded by crops fields, fruit gardens and stable. There was a mosque and houses for the workforce and big storage for wheat and rice. We enjoyed fresh milk, veggies and seasonal fruits. Hence it was a small village. The walls of the bungalow were made of mud. Each wall was one yard thick. In the past mostly the houses of even rich were made of mud as mud walls keep the home warm in winter and cool in summer. Water channels, wells tube well, hand pumps not only added beauty to the ambiance but very useful for irrigation. The water is warm in winter and ice cold in summer when taken out from the wells or through hand pumps. I loved the simple and pure life there. Having all resources and natural beauty we also had reptiles like big snakes, lizards etc and many other wriggling insects and various kinds of species birds of and animals. I was frightened of snakes, bats and scorpions as my children were very small. So I was told that Hafiz Mushtaq Hussein Shah was a spiritual healer and very pious man. People from far and wide came to him with their health problems or snake bites and so on and so forth
Having lived in cities all through my life I was very anxious to meet him. He was born blind. So I used to see him every day adding something to new to my knowledge. Though he was blind but he walked so fast and smartly that if any one looked at him from distance, he wouldn’t believe that hafiz sahib was blind. He had very sharp memory. I tried to check his memory one day. I told him so and read out a page from a magazine. I asked him to repeat what he has retained. To my amazement he repeated each and every word as it was written in the magazine. I would have never believed if I was not witness myself. He lived all his life in that village where he had no educated company of friends or who read out books to him. Neither had he known brail system. The only television was in the whole area was at my home. I had allowed children in that area to watch Bionic Woman and other programs in the evening in my living room.
Hafiz sahib used to tell me stories of prophets their miracles and also about what is right and what is wrong. One day we were sitting under a mulberry tree. As usual he was teaching me with his wise thoughts when I heard buzzing of the honey bees. I looked up and saw bees flying out of the honey comb. I got scared of being bitten. So I told him softly to get up and leave. He didn’t pay attention or ignored to what I told him. So I again warned him of the bees and their poisonous sting. Then he smiled and very softly recited something that I couldn’t follow. Surprisingly the bees flew away without hurting us. I asked him but he just smiled.
Before coming to Karachi we went to Peshawar to see our relatives and friends. One week later when we got back. I and my husband went to see hafiz sahib. He was very kind and dearly loved us. I asked him if he missed us and he said; “Yes, I dreamt of you too” I laughed being stupid and said again; Hafiz sahib you can’t see and has never seen me, how could you dream of me?”
He said I saw you from my inner sight. He was honestly amazing so were all his family members. So were his parents, uncle and wife. They all loved us and so did we
We came to Karachi though he was not in favor of us to move to Karachi. He told my husband many times that Karachi will not suit him but as most of our relatives were in Karachi so we moved here.
Hafiz sahib was right. My husband couldn’t properly settle in Karachi and finally passed away
After 15 years when I was somewhat settled I went to Faisalabad where my sister in law was.
I didn’t inform hafiz sahib about my going there. I went with my nephew, daughter and my son to hafiz sahib’s house unannounced. Reaching there I saw him sitting on wooden bed. After greeting I asked him “Hafiz sahib tell me who am I?” without a blink of an eye said; “Who else except for my daughter Tanveer” my nephew felt electric current running in his spine. After 15 long years and blind too he didn’t take a second to recognize me. I stayed three days at his home. His wife and everyone there told me that never a day passed that he didn’t discuss you or talked about you. He was my mentor, my soul purifier and like my father. After few years again I went to Faisalabad but I had intuition that I will not see him. And when I went to his home a white tomb waited for me to pray for his soul. His wife said that he remembered me a lot. I am so honored and lucky to be loved by such a pious figure. May his soul rest in peace
Love like dew—-
Posted on: January 6, 2015
- In: Poetry
- 7 Comments
Satisfies thirst of a petal’s rim
hums, smiles glitters at dawn
boondocks feel divine drawn,
When in love
Love as dew!
Showers over the heartland
garden’s tiny spot swings n beam
flora flings on ever barren land;
love enlivens the hearts who
are like lifeless grave’s frame
Love like clouds
When gleam in the dull hearts
hearts enliven!
Heat of love has strange secret
the more it be ablaze,
life’s essence enlivens;
Gather n scatter on the shore of hearts,
love like surf,
love like turf
love like fire
Descending in eyes like the moon
stars of desires shimmer like
state of restless heart can’t be identified
On the tree of love, dream birds descend
the branches wake up;
When weary stars chat to the world
the candles light in the forlorn eyes
love burns like water lamps
love like a dream
Exist like mark of bygone seasons
exists like the grown isolation;
When wicks flicker on the eaves
winds of hopelessness heaves
When no tap no rap is felt in the lane
when sense of someone is in vain
When chest shatters with heartache
it caresses, like a well-wisher
hovers in the space for long
like the dust
love like pangs
محبت اوس کی صورت
پیاسی پنکھڑی کے ہونٹ کو سیراب کرتی ہے
گلوں کی آستینوں میں انوکھے رنگ بھرتی ہے
سحر کے جھٹپٹے میں گنگناتی، مسکراتی جگمگاتی ہے
محبت کے دنوں میں دشت بھی محسوس ہوتا ہے
کسی فردوس کی صورت
محبت اوس کی صورت
محبت ابر کی صورت
دلوں کی سر زمیں پہ گھر کے آتی ہے اور برستی ہے
چمن کا ذرہ زرہ جھومتا ہے مسکراتا ہے
ازل کی بے نمو مٹی میں سبزہ سر اُٹھاتا ہے
محبت اُن کو بھی آباد اور شاداب کرتی ہے
جو دل ہیں قبر کی صورت
محبت ابر کی صورت
محبت آگ کی صورت
بجھے سینوں میں جلتی ہے تودل بیدار ہوتے ہیں
محبت کی تپش میں کچھ عجب اسرار ہوتے ہیں
کہ جتنا یہ بھڑکتی ہے عروسِ جاں مہکتی ہے
دلوں کے ساحلوں پہ جمع ہوتی اور بکھرتی ہے
محبت جھاگ کی صورت
محبت آگ کی صورت
محبت خواب کی صورت
نگاہوں میں اُترتی ہے کسی مہتاب کی صورت
ستارے آرزو کے اس طرح سے جگمگاتے ہیں
کہ پہچانی نہیں جاتی دلِ بے تاب کی صورت
محبت کے شجر پرخواب کے پنچھی اُترتے ہیں
تو شاخیں جاگ اُٹھتی ہیں
تھکے ہارے ستارے جب زمیں سے بات کرتے ہیں
تو کب کی منتظر آنکھوں میں شمعیں جاگ اُٹھتی ہیں
محبت ان میں جلتی ہے چراغِ آب کی صورت
محبت خواب کی صورت
محبت درد کی صورت
Allah is most kind and merciful
Almighty Allah created man and his mind with its purpose set on achieving knowledge, the most important of which is that Allah alone is the Creator and all the rest are worshippers (slaves). By worshipping anything other than Allah, man becomes enslaved to Satan, who is himself a creature and becomes harnessed to his own bias qualities.
Prophet Idris was one of the prophets.
When Prophet Idris alaihessalam got heartbroken like all other prophets, due to non believers’ immoral activities, he left them and disappeared for almost twenty years. There was no rain for very long time. Allah punished them with drought.
When animals and people died of hunger and the life became miserable, the people asked for forgiveness. Allah being most merciful, sent back Idris to his people
Prophet Idris then begged Allah to forgive and to bring an end to drought. Allah granted his demand and the drought ended. There were heavy rains again. The land became alive and fertile once more.
The Learned Prophet
Prophet Idris alaihessalam was given wisdom in various fields of knowledge and the ability to create things that can make the human’s life easier For example, alphabets and writing, mathematics, astronomy, philosophy and etc. He was the first man who learnt to write with pen. He was the first man to show people how to measure weights and balance. He taught them about the movements of planets.
He was the first man to make weapons for hunting and defense. He also taught people to stitch clothes with needle and thread.
Consequently he brought about a remarkable change in the moral and social life of the people.
Some sayings of Hazrat Idris
- Do not feel jealous of the prosperity of others for what they have, as they will only enjoy it for a short while.
- He who has unlimited desires, is deprived of the wealth of contentment.
- One should be sincere in acts of devotion
- It is an act of serious sin to take false oaths.
- Patience is a key to victory
- He who controls his passions is fortunate. Only a good act will be a living petition before Allah on the Day of Judgment
- One who is desirous of attaining perfection in knowledge should have no concern with immoral acts.
- Happy is he who looks at his own deeds and appoints them as pleaders to his Allah
- None can show better gratitude for Allah’s favors than he who shares them with others.
- He who indulges in excess will not benefit from it.
- The real joy of life is to have wisdom
The Woodpecker!
Posted on: October 26, 2014
Hazrat David (peace is upon him) the Messenger of Allah was the King of Israel. His son Hazrat Solomon (peace is upon him) inherited his father’s kingdom and prophet hood as well.
Al mighty Allah gave Hazrat Solomon a very vast kingdom, giving the power to rule upon humans, animals, birds, pests, and also the Jinn. He could understand the languages of them all. He had control over wind as well.
Whenever he wanted to go to some place he just ordered the wind.
The wind carried him to the distant place on his throne within few hours.
On the other hand a horse would cover the same distance in one month’s time.
One day Hazrat Solomon (peace is upon him) was having a meeting with his huge courtiers. All the humans, animals, Jinns were there according to their status. But the woodpecker was not seen anywhere.
Solomon got unhappy on its absence from the court.
Hazrat Solomon: “I can’t see the woodpecker. It never happened before. I can’t tolerate this careless attitude. Does anybody know where it is?”
There was complete silence in the court.
Solomon angrily: “You all know that I dislike non serious attitude. Why is woodpecker missing? He will be punished if he doesn’t have a solid reason.”
When Hazrat Solomon saw the woodpecker entering the court he asked.
Hazrat Solomon angrily: “Where have you been? I just do not like this irresponsible attitude.”
The woodpecker got scared of the King.
The woodpecker fearfully: “I am sorry for being late; I beg your pardon my Lord!
But I have very surprising news for you. I got late for that reason.”
Hazrat Solomon “Well, tell me the news first then I will decide to punish you or not.”
(The woodpecker was in charge of searching water when they traveled to faraway places. It used to inform the location of water. It also informed them the deepness of earth where water could be found.
Hazrat Solomon then only used to order the Jinns to dig the ground. Woodpecker’s information was always right.
Thus the water used to be plenty enough to satisfy Hazrat Solomon’s traveling group.)
The woodpecker: “I was flying in search of water in advance so that whenever we go; there would be no problem of water.
While flying over Yemen I saw a Queen Bilquis of Saba in Yemen. Allah has given her all the rewards and benefits of this world. There’s no missing of anything what so ever. Her palace is magnificent and enormous. Her throne is excellent. But she and her countrymen are misguided by Satan. Instead of believing in oneness of Allah they worship the Sun.”
Hazrat Solomon heard very carefully to the woodpecker’s story.
Hazrat Solomon: “I am giving you a letter for the Queen. Go and give it to her. And let me know the result. This is your test.”
The woodpecker flew to Yemen with the letter in its beak. Dropping the letter in the Queen’s lap the woodpecker returned.
Queen Bilquis read the letter that said: “You should not be bigheaded of your wealth and status. Come to me with the faith in one Allah only.”
The Queen read the letter and asked for advice from her wise counselors.
The Queen and her counselors decided to please the king Solomon with valuable gifts. So she sent a convoy with valuable gifts to Solomon.
Hazrat Solomon returned the convoy with the gifts and message for the Queen.
Hazrat Solomon wrote; “I do not need any gift. I offered you to believe in oneness of Allah and to worship Almighty Allah only.”
If you accept this invitation its fine otherwise I will invade your country with my tough and huge defense force. I will send you away from your country. There will be no one to save you then.”
When the Queen’s convoy came back from Hazrat Solomon’s court they described Solomon’s majestic court and powerful kingdom.
The Queen was impressed to know that he ruled not only the humans but animals and wind too. So she thought that it was foolish to fight such a powerful king.
She decided to visit Solomon herself. She found the same what she was told by her convoy.
Hazrat Solomon greeted her with respect and asked her again to trust and believe in oneness of Allah and worship Him only.
Queen Bilquis happily agreed and accepted his invitation.
Queen Bilquis: “O Allah! Until now I was worshiping the Sun. It is the thing you created. I was mistaken. Now I accept Hazrat Solomon’s invitation. I confess that it is only Allah who is the Creator of this universe and He is to be praised and worshiped only.”
The woodpecker is mentioned in holy Quran in Surah Nimal.
Moral: to get the most rewards and blessings in this world n hereafter one must believe in almighty Allah n worship Him only. All praise is for Allah. He is the Creator of this universe.
I miss you adorable ones
Posted on: September 1, 2014
Miss you——-
Miss you——-
Far from the maddening city,
the fields, meadows, pastures, lagoons, and a small jungle near the Airport in Faisalabad.
The birds seen on National Geography Channel only are glimpsed and heard in their sweet melodious hum early morning.
Reptiles, jackals, wild rabbits, foxes, pigs, and many other animals are also seen there.
I saw most of them during my stay.
It is a beautiful picturesque area of Pakistan.
I have had the honor and pleasure of living there for quite some time.
I had a maid Meera.
She was in her twenties.
I liked her charming personality.
After she completed her 10th grade, her mother asked her to sit at home.
She read magazines and story books I bought.
Meera was a good storyteller too.
Whenever she finished her work or embroidery, she would tell different happenings of that place.
One day while oiling my hair, Meera told me a touching true story. “Several kilometers from where they lived was a ruined mansion in an isolated locale.
That mansion belonged to a business icon.
Learned and refined Mr. Aslam lived a happy life with his two small daughters and a beautiful wife.
There were fruit gardens, fields of sugar cane, wheat, and veggies, and a stable.
Aslam was fond of Arabian horses, and flower beds of seasonal flowers added fragrance and splendor to the garden.
The couple enjoyed seeing their daughters play and chuckle.
God blessed them with everything.
Outside the mansion was a fish pond with a variety of fishes.
The setting was tempting.
Aslam was a kind and bighearted man.
Passersby and well-wishers envied while step brothers felt jealous.
He ran a flourishing gold and precious stones business in South Africa.
He purchased a more luxurious house than the one in Faisalabad to settle there with his family.
His step-brother always created problems for him
Finally, the day came.
Aslam’s family was coming home.
He sat smiling and about his family in Swiss Airlines to live a peaceful life with his family in Nigeria.
He expected his family to greet him at the airport, but something upset him when he saw the chauffeur only.
All the way home sat silent and nervous.
He missed a heartbeat to see people waiting for him.
His stepbrother Rashid stepping forward, told of his family dying the night before while sleeping.
Nobody knew the cause of their tragic death.
Rashid tried to comfort him as he had taken control of the affairs.
Mr. Aslam did not expect the tear-jerking news.
He got a nervous breakdown.
Aslam could not recover from the shock.
He became a drifter.
He never stayed in one place but restlessly kept moving in the same vicinity.
Aslam lost his business and property.
The stepbrothers cheated on him.
The fish pond turned into a stagnant water puddle.
Mosquitoes, flies, and creepy-crawly insects increase pollution with venom and an awful stink.
The garden and fields became fruitless and dead.
Weeds and wild bushes attract goats and cows. Caretakers of their animals relax their exhausted bodies under thick bushes or lean against a knoll there.
Meanwhile, their animals enjoy grazing.
The setting sun and falling night overshadowed the light.
The people hurry to leave that place. That old deserted house looks haunted at night. Darkness adds a scene of lost souls and supernatural powers boogieing and playing clanging instruments.
The isolated locale is scary at night.
People avoid passing by.
Shabbily clothed in rags, weird looks, tangled hair, and old shoes came every Sunday with the rising sun.
Silence prevailed as everyone slept.
Spreading an old tattered mucky blanket, he sat at the side of a knoll with closed eyes in deep thinking.
After some time, he took out his flute from the same old bag to play a mystical note.
Birds came down, and cats, dogs, ducks, and passersby gathered around him.
It seemed as if they felt comfort and relief in hearing his flute that mesmerized the whole scenario of that polluted area.
No one could ever think that he was Aslam!
He was a handsome and cultured business icon once.
Years have passed.
Death is still a mystery.
It was strange that He never forgot the day of his fabulous wedding.
Hence every year on 25th December he especially came there.
Lay flowers and recite the following;
Remember, I miss you when———
The Poplar blooms
The Pine blubber
The Cyprus whimper
Remember, I miss you
The Moon shines
The spring trickles
The Jasmine emits a fragrance
Remember, I miss you!
The Partridge whines
The Cherries ripened
The sparrows tweet
Remember, I miss you!
The Ravi wobbles
The Chenab grouches
The Sutlej is jittery
Remember, I miss you!
The Shoots sprout
The Cuckoo coos
The Lightening cracks
Remember, I miss you!
The Sunsets,
The Star dies
The Traveler misled
Remember, I miss you!
The Clouds holler
The Rains slobber
The Hearts clobber
Remember, I miss you!
I was so touched to hear this story.
I prayed for the souls to rest in peace and for Aslam to recover from his grief.
blessings for all
Just Bliss 