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Through his open eyes, a dream peeps
Is he awake? Or is he somewhat asleep
Though in wet forest of thy fondness
Like a peacock, my body heartily dances
Why won’t he know me in any condition?
Although he knows all of my situations
However, I’m in his reach now right away
Yet he wishes my will to be with anyway
He’s lost in someone’s remembrance
Makes excuses to dodge me thence
Have to walk leaving boulevard away
As my home is on the muddy pathway
…………………………..
khulī āñkhoñ meñ sapnā jhāñktā hai
vo soyā hai ki kuchh kuchh jāgtā hai
tirī chāhat ke bhīge jañgaloñ meñ
mirā tan mor ban kar nāchtā hai
mujhe har kaifiyat meñ kyuuñ na samjhe
vo mere sab havāle jāntā hai
maiñ us kī dastaras meñ huuñ magar vo
mujhe merī razā se māñgtā hai
kisī ke dhyān meñ Duubā huā dil
bahāne se mujhe bhī Tāltā hai
saḌak ko chhoḌ kar chalnā paḌegā
ki mere ghar kā kachchā rāsta hai
Perveen Shakir
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Dreams peep through his open eyes
Is he awake? Or is he half asleep,
In wetly forest of thy fondness;
My body dances, just like a peacock!
Why won’t he recognize me in any state?
He’s aware of my stance right through;
Though I’m in his reach, however, he
Considers my desire to get together
Perveen Shakir
The Peacock’s Complain
Posted on: February 24, 2013
The Peacock’s Complain
One summer night Grandpa was telling bed time story to his grandchildren. It was his most favorite daily routine. He always began his story by praising God.
Grandpa said; “All praise to almighty God who is supreme and perfect, otherwise all that exists has some beauty and some defect.
The moon is so beautiful but has dark patches on its surface. The donkey is very hard working but its voice is worst of all. Thus one should live cheerfully with what ever is bestowed upon him and never complain.”
Aliza interrupted and said; “Like my peacock who is always crying.” “Yes, said grandpa, like your peacock. Though it has most beautiful feathers and dances so gracefully. But having ugly feet and voice make him moans. Grandpa said that; “Each one has its special gift. You have such beauty, the nightingale has his song, the owl has his eyes the eagle his strength, the lion is so powerful
So if one is lacking something he should not complain.”
Mother called every one to be in their bed so with good night hugs they all went to their rooms.
Moral : Don’t complain, be contented with what you have !
A wise man is he who does not grieve for the thing which he has not, but rejoices for those which he has. 
blessings for all
