For me my God is like a pen friend,
or a website friend, nowadays,
I see their beautiful posts on the FB,
and on PH I read their poems.
Some of friends are like Kelly Kurt,
who don't accept anything unless his senses,
witness it, a great philosopher poet.
Some are sentimental but nice like Ayman Parray,
Sometime thinks with his brain,
Sometimes with his heart,
A normal youth is always so.
And some are so sweet and pleasant like Marie Shine,
A little cruel, like a Muslim beauty hidden in the veils!
Some are like Bri Edwards, a nice teacher,
Advising guiding and correcting me,
like a father but younger than me.
Some are like stern but loving sweet Moms,
yes, so is Valsa George.
Hazel from Innisfree bushes,
Always pleasing her readers with poems
That appears to me like nuts of the hazel tree.
Some are like Rajnish Manga,
Paints roses in so many languages,
I am awaiting a rose
painted in his body language.
Some are like Amitava Sur,
I recollect two lines from Amir Minai,
'Khanjar chale kisi pe tadapte hay hum Ameer,
sare jahan ka dard hamare Jigar mein hay.'
The dagger may be injuring else it's me who cries,
Why I feel pains of my whole mother earth!
And some are like Nosheen Irfan,
A great poetess destined to the top,
Yes, her poems are sweet and lovely.
And now it's Aarzoo Mehek?
Living in Andhra Pradesh where Pakistan is blocked,
I couldn't made her a friend on FB,
But who can encage Mehek, the aroma,
We exchange our greetings on the poemhunter.com,
I remember her ghazal,
'Katra ke nikal jane ki aadat bhi bahut hay,
Wyse to use mujhse muhabbat bhi bahut hay.'
She is in habit to pass by ignoring me,
Though I know she loves me to see.
And Asim Nehal a beautiful and amazing poet,
who has written so many wonderful poems
in English, Hindi and Urdu.
How can I forget Dimitrios Galanis,
He translated my poem A Work of Art,
In Greek to be read by the Greek philosophers,
A wonderful poet is he.
The list is long my apology to remaining friends,
I have received a message of my super ego,
my ego is old it may forget and miss it,
'Mix the charms of all your friends,
add your tears and your smiles,
shake it with your heart beats,
make three parts of it,
in one add your pleasures and joys,
in the other add your pains and regrets,
and in the third add your loyalty and love,
you will find three colorful liquids,
the three basic colors,
use your pen as a brush and paint me.'
I obeyed him but now I am in the real trouble.
Should I tell it to you or not,
the face that appeared on the canvas,
resembles an insane and crazy man
who is in good faith of being a poet!
Oh my ego! How could I get rid of you?
Thanks to my conscience who speaks the truth.
This is the most beautiful poem that I read concerning God. We are fortunate to have you here on PH. And about that little ego, it is also needed otherwise we won't such lovely poem. You are most humble in its use.
Dear Akhtar Sahib, a glorious tribute to your friends. You have written what you believe to be the truth about all of us. And in truth lies all glory. Even for a 'sentimental, head to heart, heart to head, nice guy like me.' :) I find myself both humbled and inspired by your art, and thank you with all of my love and all of my heart.
There are many wonderful poets and thinkers here that expand my understanding of poetry and humanity. Thank you to all of them and to my dear friend, Akhtar for acknowledging their contributions and worth.
OMG this is such a beautiful tribute to all the poet friends. Akhtar jii you made my day... I feel honored to find a place in this heartfelt poem... I don't have words to express my gratitude.. And no way can I ignore my friends. Aur aapko ignore karne ki gustakhi main kabhi kar hi nahi sakti. Allaah SWT aapko salamat rakhe. Aise hi pane kalam ke jadoo se humsab ki rahnumaai karate rahe. Kaash 100++++++ se bhi zyada marks hote. Mohobbat.o khuloos se labrez poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I don't know how I missed this poem, better late than never. Your kind gesture towards your fellow poets on PH has left me feeling humble. Only someone as sincere as you could write about all of us. May Allah shower you with blessings and grant you a long and joyous life. All Stars.