Daughters are in ways proverbial gypsies.
Content an playful in their itsy bitsys.
The skip, the hop,
Wicker basket, off to shop.
Feel like the waft of calming breeze.
Wide eyed look when you sneeze.
Tender touch of a flower on cheek.
Your loving nod yearn to seek.
Add so much color to life,
forget you all the anguish, strife.
Vivacious laughter thrills.
The nooks an crannies fills.
Your heart and soul bloom.
Wash away your gloom.
They the tender shoots of today.
In time shall bloom another day.
Bring forth flowers of the morrows.
To slake the torment of your sorrows.
And one day late in evening shadows.
Amid song, dance and the meadows.
They go their way.
Far away.
To a new abode, a better place.
To lend a cheer, to give solace.
Leave the stark an silence behind.
For you to find.
Only the stars to guide you by.
Awake in bed as you lie!
(Islamabad)
(May 13,2009)
Wonderful poem, can't say more here, just read my 3 poems and u shall know my feelings 1 long live the ice cream 2 our daughters 3 little painter... 10 for this poem
Good Poem mate. YES SOMETIMES WE SINNERS NEED TO MAKE AMENDS IN LIFE SOMETIMES.
beautiful, compassionated, passionated poem while the eyes of their father filled by a sweet joy...daughters, the light of the desparate days the dark ways, they are the soft touch in the crule nights..ahh..this subject pentrates my heart...
Amazing poem, having a sister who's married and has now happily settled in to her new house (alhamdulilah) I can feel the emotion behind this. Daughters are truly a blessing from Allah, they're a route for the father to go to heaven, they complete the deen (religion) of their husbands and heaven lies under their feet.
Amazing poem, having a sister who's married and has now happily settled in to her new house (alhamdulilah) I can feel the emotion behind this. Daughters are truly a blessing from Allah, they're a route for the father to go to heaven, they complete the deen (religion) of their husbands and heaven lies under their feet.
Wonderful! it's written from deep down the heart where daughters live for ever. Emotions expressed beautifully with a cheerful pen. They leave stars behind to illumine the dark moments. This piece is replete with love and respect for daughters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And one day late in evening shadows. Amid song, dance and the meadows. They go their way. Far away. It is such a charming little poem to compliment the most loving relationship with beloved daughters..It really touched me..thanks for writting such a lovely poem.