We have to stop laughters and keep silence all of a sudden. We have to display a smile on our lips but weep at heart.
We were laughing at a joker named Inam in our wise heart, we have to wash the same(heart) with tears all of a sudden now.
This event was neccessary for the cleanliness of heart. So the leader has to weep when Iqbal has gone.
He was a follower as well as a caretaker of my mosque. I have to lose him silently while leading the prayer.
This is the real life but you don't understand at all. Here the man has to sleep (die) even after a hundred years of awakening (life) .
A messenger could never be a watchman. Therefore we have to become pre-mature autocrat.
O poet(Jazib) , we have been understanding your game since a long time. You have to become cursive writer again which is an old game for you.
I wish I can read the original. Poetry writing itself is a profound metaphor. Thank you for sharing.
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We have to stop laughters and keep silence all of a sudden. We have to display a smile on our lips but weep at heart…….An adorable write! Thanks for sharing....10
This is really a beautiful poem with eloquency of depiction that was sung at the farwel of Mr. Iqbal. Thanks for sharing.
O poet(Jazib) , we have been understanding your game since a long time. You have to become cursive writer again which is an old game for you......very strong feelings love it
Dear Mamunur Rahman! Thank you so much for your words.