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Already black eyes, yet decked with mascara,

Like lightening shimmers more in dark clouds;

Seeing her with lusty eyes today, what a delight,

Her heart beat tinkling inside with each foot step;

How thirsting her eyes! What does damsel want?

Each time lays to rest, wish filling pond in pitcher;

At dawn, hair tresses look as if snakes caress,

Her lure, her scent is akin to scented sandal;

Like a cloud hooked on an arch of the moon,

Her dropping veil entangles with her trinkets;

In this world, your glamour comes to me as if,

An oil lamp is lighted in a dominant dark forest;

Who’s come to me, through small window breach?

Bashfully, eyes looking down, and fragrant veil;

I blazed each sentiment of love in my bosom,

Like dip alit match stick in liquor; after gulping;

Know what now? Which instant, which storm arises?

Not know figure of painful eras, that echo each jiffy;

Who we are, until yesterday we yearned for harmony,

 Peace bothers me today, find harmony in hurly-burly;

JAN NISAR Akhtar

ایک تو نیناں کجرارے اور اس پر ڈوبے کاجل میں
بجلی کی بڑھ جائے چمک کچھ اور بھی گہرے بادل میں

آج ذرا للچائی نظر سے اُس کو بس کیا دیکھ لیا
پگ پگ اُس کے دِل کی دھڑکن اُتری آئے پائل میں

پیاسے پیاسے نیناں اُس کے، جانے پگلی چاہے کیا
تٹ پر جب بھی جاوے سوچے، ندیا بھر لُوں چھاگل میں

صُبح نہانے جُوڑا کھولے، ناگ بدن سے آ لپٹیں
اُس کی رنگت، اُس کی خوشبو کتنی ملتی صندل میں

چاند کی پتلی نوک پہ جیسے کوئی بادل ٹِک جائے
ایسے اُس کا گِرتا آنچل اٹکے آڑی ہیکل میں

گوری اِس سنسار میں مجھ کو ایسا تیرا روپ لگے
جیسے کوئی دِیپ جلا ہو گھور اندھیرے جنگل میں

کھڑکی کی باریک جھرِی سے کون یہ مجھ تک آ جائے
جسم چُرائے، نین جُھکائے، خوشبُو باندھے آنچل میں

پیار کی یُوں ہر بوند جلا دی میں نے اپنے سینے میں
جیسے کوئی جلتی ماچس ڈال دے پی کر بوتل میں

آج پتہ کیا؟ کون سے لمحے، کون سا طوفاں جاگ اُٹھے
جانے کتنی درد کی صدیاں گونج رہی ہیں پل پَل میں

ہم بھی کیا ہیں، کل تک ہم کو فکر سُکوں کی رہتی تھی
آج سُکوں سے گھبراتے ہیں، چین مِلے ہے ہلچل میں

جاں نثار اختر

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It was a very hot sizzling summer day. An ant was searching here and there for water. After some time she at last came to a pond. She could not swim. She kept thinking as to how to reach water and satisfy its dryness. She saw a grass bed, so she climbed on a blade of grass to make her way. But, unfortunately she lost her balance and thus she slipped and fell into the pond.

A dove sitting on the close by tree was watching everything. Seeing that the ant was in trouble, the dove quickly plucked off a leaf and dropped near the struggling ant. The ant moving towards the leaf tried and climbed up on it. The leaf carried the ant safely to the dry ground.

The ant looked at the dove gratefully.

The innocent dove was unaware of the hunter’s net. The hunter was impatient to trap the dove in his net. It was the ants turn now to payback. So the ant bit on the hunter’s heel. It pinch was so painful that the hunter dropped his net. The dove then realizing the danger instantly flew away and saved its life.

Moral: Love begets love!


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