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Simple were the people; simple were their homes

large were the courtyards and fewer were rooms

The people moaned and sighed to see that house

with a wall built in courtyard to divide the house

How to resolve the bygone and existing plight

were mutually shared in village pergola site

Boys walked miles and miles to their schools

Now the nearby ones, were then far-off schools

If anyone of them got tired carrying his satchel

A friend always shared the load of his satchel

Promises were made solemnly to carry out

Whatever promised was loyally carried ou

To the beloved a letter he sent

A heart through which an arrow went

Yet, in coyness she would herself absent

Not that she didn’t know what he had meant

See how beauty abase from rich to poor in love

when lover asked of his history; he was the one above

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سیدھے سادھے لوگ تھے پہلے، گھر بھی سادہ ہوتا تھا
کمرے کم ہوتے تھے اور ، دالان کشادہ ہوتا تھا

دیکھ کے وہ گھر گاؤں والے سوگ منایا کرتے تھے
صحن میں جو دیوار اٹھا کر آدھا آدھا ہوتا تھا

مستقبل اور حال کے آزاروں کے ساتھ نمٹنے کو
چوپالوں میں ماضی کی یادوں کا اعادہ ہوتا تھا

دکھ چاہے جس کا بھی ہو وہ ملک کر بانٹا جاتا تھا
غم تو آج کے جیسے تھے احساس زیادہ ہوتا تھا

لڑکے بالے میلوں پیدل پڑھنے جایا کرتے تھے
پاس ہے جو اسکول وہ پہلے دور افتادہ ہوتا تھا

تھک جاتا کوئی تو مل کر بوجھ کو بانٹا کرتے تھے
دوست نے دوست کا بستہ اپنے سر پر لادا ہوتا تھا

سوچ سمجھ کر ہوتے تھے تب ساتھ نبھانے کے وعدے
لیکن جو کر لیتے تھے وہ وعدہ، وعدہ ہوتا تھا

خط میں دل اور تیر بنا کر منت کرنی پڑتی تھی
یار بہت مشکل سے ملنے پر آمادہ ہوتا تھا

دیکھ حسن کس منصب سے لے آیا عشق فقیری تک
جس سے پوچھا اپنے دور میں وہ شہزادہ ہوتا تھا

احتشام حسن

HOME

Until eternity this dust will remain gone astray

Will rest in the arms of night until immortality

Will continue to keep closed eyes, closed patiently

From dream to dream until headed for dreamland

The night cannot get away with darkness

Unless each star shines like an perfect moon

Needs to keep struggling with life consistently

Unless O’ Lord, Thou make this house my home

May the gloom put my house in the shade but

The heart should be liven up until the life ends

I’m ready to burn in the furnace of gloominess

Until the tears on my eye lashes turn to pearls

Keep me connected to the pen’s passion O’ Lord

Unless my skill shines like an exemplary skillfulness

digging-dog

My cousin gifted me a few days old puppy on my birthday. Boofi was chubby fluffy puppy. He looked at me with a frightening looks when I held it in my arms. That very moment I fell in love with it.

He was very playful and cute little pup. I was in sixth grade then. We became very good and close friends. I washed him fed him and played with him. He used to sit by me when I did my homework. Days passed and he grew into a handsome young dog. He accompanied me everywhere I went; to my school, to my friend’s homes to market to park and even to cinema halls. He would sit outside and waited for me. Everyone in Peshawar cantt knew us.

It was hot summer night. We slept in courtyard under the open sky in summers. Counting stars and enjoy the fresh breeze was comforting. It was common practice in those days to sleep like that. Human beings were lived simple life close to nature. There was no fear of thieves or any such tribulations.  Though we lived in cantonment which is safer than other places yet it was not dangerous for any one like today for any one.

It must be after midnight I suppose when I woke up with Boofi barking almost on my face. The first thing crept in my mind was that there’s snake somewhere. I looked down and saw a huge cobra near my bed. Boofi warned me. He knew his friend was in danger. My mother and brother woke up. I told them that there’s a snake. The snake wriggled away.

Snakes and scorpions were not a something uncommon for us. Our house was a huge one made of mud. Thick mud walls kept it cool in sizzling summers and warm in winters. Lawns and fields were all around our house. So snakes scorpions wasps and things like this lived with us. Neither they harmed us nor did we hurt them.

In short, my dear Boofi proved his faithfulness. He was such a darling. Someone shot him dead. My nephews buried him in the backyard. Luckily I wasn’t home that time so didn’t see his last moments.

No dog has ever taken my attention so much as Boofi did. His memory is fresh in my mind. I can never forget him

 


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