Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'

Rookie (03/03/1934 / Near Masjid Amin Saheb, Lal Bagh, Moradabad, Uttar Pradesh, India)

Blessings - Poem by Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'

O nature, how you make and mould
Different form of countless men!
Different chits of the fate they hold
Written with your natural pen.

Men are by nature different:
Virtue do some; while some evil.
We fall into astonishment,
When they leave behind the Devil.

We became breathless when we see
Men surpass heavenly beings.
It is though lotted what are we,
Blessings may change the fate’s writings.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 22, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, December 23, 2011


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