Comments about Naveed Iqbal
Holding the pen in my hand,
Wandering I was in a solitary land.
I longed to draw something fair,
Fragrance that may spread everywhere.
I captured the roses in the words,
I penned down the singing birds.
I painted on leaf the clouds blue,
My pen flooded cool streams too.
But none showered the glow around,
No where desired charm I'd found.
Then you blinked in my pad,
On single page all colours I had.
The rainbows clouded all around,
The splendour there had no bound.
Alone you altered the whole scene,
A breathing ...