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On the misty   dewy smile

Have written lonesome night

 I have skillfulness in my hands

My heart is fond of insanity

Colors spreading out on snow

Like evening glimmer on veil

The sky wakes from slumber

Lonesome night grins anywhere

 In far and wide spreading valley

Is, but dreamy forlorn loneliness

And in this sleepy forest somewhere

Your remembrance has gently crept 

Shaista Farrukh Mufti’s poetry

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Almighty Allah had given the power to understand the languages of all humans, animals, birds and insects to His honorable Prophet Hazrat Suleman (peace is upon him).
Hazrat Suleman (peace is upon him) was on the way to some place with his huge flock of humans, animals, birds and jinns. Hazrat Suleman was a very dignified and prudent king. So there was discipline and control in his convoy. No one in the convoy dared to go against the set rules.
Crossing over the mountains, rivers and deserts they were going alongside the vast valley of Nimal.
There were millions of holes in the and in the grounds where the nimals (ants) lived.
There lived the Queen of ants too. The Queen Ant was a very responsible and caring Queen. All the ants loved their Queen for her best administration.
The ants were so loyal to their Queen that they were ready to give their life for her in case of need.
The Queen was on her daily round in the valley with her workforce to check if there was any problem. She sensed a strange sound on the ground coming from far off. She stopped to pay attention to the sound carefully.
The Queen said: “It seems as if some huge convoy is coming towards our valley. The sound depicts that huge animals are coming too. It’s Hazrat Suleman’s convoy.”

Come now——-

As everything here is not,

As it was before!

This valley now lay frozen;

And in this frozen vale, the

Unidentified bodies

Washed in rain, and

 Buried under snow;

Come now———-

as everything here is not

As it was before!

(8th October 2005 earthquake)

The clout of doubt———

Again at night I,
Like the setting Sun,
Churned in my blood’s fire
Absurdly to clutch the moon

An agitated ray of seven colors
Crept from the valley of speaking shadows
Hid in the bosom of a dewdrop,
On the floor of a resting twig

———–bosom of a dewdrop
Became a hell of roaring seven colors

This roaring hell of seven colors,
Got into my heart, my blood;
Altering the moment of fire
I touched the moon at last

Moon but was not candle of pang
Nor a city of desires
The moon was a murky stone
Was frozen blood————-!

Poetry by Ahmed Shamim
Translated by
Tanveer Rauf!


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