Matloob Bokhari
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Abu Dharr was born where nothing was done for the poor;
Where no equal distribution of opportunity, property or power;
Where the rich absorbed in vices and the poor engulfed in sorrows;
Where religious leaders taught hatred, schism and malice;
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I was travelling in a lonely valley.
I was drowned in the useless words.
I was burning in the fire of desires.
My hard heart received the words of devil.
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In a melancholic wintry night,
Howling wind, bitter darkness,
Lying in gloom, dark dismay,
No fire in furnace, no candle on table.
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Who could not walk laughed to see him dancing with heart.
Who could not hear the music called his trance insane.
Those who had accumulated goods and gold,
Failed to understand the Abbasid prince lived for Allah.
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Faraz, on a hill top in the wooden dell,
Saw Durkhanae, shepherding a herd of sheep.
Her green robe, a veil of red linen round her head,
Her curly hair, lily-white skin and rhythmic gait
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Matloob Bokhari Biography
Raised in the haven of beauty and music, I passed my childhood, the days of wondrous curiosity, in a small village, Bhatiot – a mystical land of Shah Fateh Noor Bokhari. In the sweet summer nights, it was my dearest pastime to sit aloof gazing at the moon trailing behind the fleecy clouds. The beauty and mystery of the sky, flushed with brightness, developed in me a pensive mind. During long winter night muffled in mysterious silence, the whistling wind passing through the recesses of window and the symphony of raindrops falling on the roof-top in the quiet night gave new hues to my imagination. In the valley of fauna and flora, I heard the songs of the birds, the whisper of cool breeze, playing with grassy fields and the blissful solitude in hot summer mountains taught me how to hear the unheard sounds of the nature. Dreams, the greatest gift of heaven, provided me the soothing pleasure by taking my soul to the inscrutable lands of beauty and wonder. The ideas descending in the realm of dreams, completely possessing, powerfully urged me to commit them to writing. Most of my poems are the creation of my dreams. Hopefully, my poems will provide food stuff to those who have tasted the flavour of ambrosia.)
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The Miracle Of Muhammad (Pbuh)
THE MIRACLE OF MUHAMMAD (PBUH)
Matloob Bokhari
Lord of faithful, incarnation of courage,
Gateway of knowledge; treasurer of trust.
Roman Kings had his photos in palaces,
Warriors great engraved his name on swords.
In Badar, Uhad, Khandaq, Khyber, Hunain,
Entire faith rose against entire infidelity.
With speed of lightening, the lion of Allah,
Dashed out dazzling; cut off Marhab’s head,
Removed from hinges, the door of Khyber,
Was first, second and last line of defense.
The king of the Kingdom of Laa Fataa.
The apostle of Islam kissing him praised:
My lieutenant, as Haroon unto Musa,
Beau ideal of chivalry, Bayard of Islam
Manifestor of wonders, appointed Wali,
The king of the brave, share –e- jali,
The mystery of Allah, the master Ali,
Hate against Ali, hate against Ahmad,
Amity with him is amity with Ahmad,
Flesh of Muhammad is flesh of Ali,
Blood of Muhammad is blood of Ali,
All who obey Muhammad, will obey Ali.
Muhammad lovingly called him Maula Ali.
Truth remained on his tongue and in heart,
Never uttered a lie or feigned deceit.
Pious, warrior, teacher and orator,
Hard barley his food, bare earth his bed.
Flowed from him many streams of wisdom.
A lamp, many lamps lighted from him.
Prophet was his master and guiding star.
Pearls in his sermons strung in a fine chain,
Liked, loved, acclaimed and adored alike
By Muslims, Christians, Jews, Sikhs, Hindus.
Sold self in Laylat al-mabit for His pleasure.
Ali is Rope of Allah; the Ship of Salvation.
On his prayer carpet drenched in blood,
Slackened rope of murderer, gave him blow.
Declared: “Ask, lest you may lose sight of me.”
Born in House of Allah, died in House of Allah.
Glory to God, Who created miracle of Muhammad,
Made me know between Allah and Allah’s hand.
I am a slave of his slave and his slaves’ slave.
Matloob Bokhari Comments
CONGRATS being chosen as The Poet Of The Day by Poem Hunter and Team. Hoorray! Best regards from The Netherlands, Sylvia Frances Chan
MY Place IS Placeless Matloob Bokhari You are moonlight You are fragrance in the breeze I am bewildered to see you I am speechless In the frenzy of my love I am drifting in the sea of your love Now and then, joy and depression Dark thoughts and light of love I am senseless You and I are inseparable I want to kiss you with tenderness I am helpless I live for you, my love is timeless My heart, where you are living, Has become a room of prayer All I belong to you! I am a nameless poet My place is placeless! Persian Khushi Sweet and touching Deanna Caroline Bosworth How precious! ...Quite the romantic Connie Hofacker Hemmerich Senter Wow, I feel the commitment of your heart...a room of prayer, so very toucing, Matloob. Thank you, for sharing. Fran Ayers So lovely! ! .I missed your poetry! ! Natasha Nabokov Thank you, . Kiss kiss Barbara Shoetaker You write so passionately. Demelia Denton A writer of many explicit romantic words Matloob Bokhari ~ Beautifully written Lindy Michaels Really lovely...
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Are YOU NEW here, dear Matloob? I am wondering