Md. Rafi, the great singer
sings the melody of soul
his voice is yet alive
as the sun as the moon
...
Our two eyes see
only visible
we can see invisible also
with third eye
...
Aasman saaf nazar aa raha hai
chand badal k tukre umar-ghumar rahe hain
unhe talaash hai us prishthbhumi ki
jo sadiyon se banjar pare hain
...
Oh Poet !
what a poet you are
if you havr given pain to other
...
Beauty exists in sacredness
of heart, mind and soul
neither on skin, colour or complexion
nor on its shape of creation
...
It was deep midnight
the sky was crystal clear
millions not millions
but billions of stars
...
The storm in life does not end
till the end of life
leading thousand of wishes
overwhelming thousand of virtues
...
I praise you so many times
Tell me, how many times
should I praise you
...
A dry rivulet remembers her days
when it was the spring of her life
the rivers then tried to put her in bosom
any meadows were made fertile
...
The language of poetry is one
irrespective of the nature
Human, beast, plants and so on
all can feel due to their emotion
...