Syed Anwar Yarkhan Jilani
Thanksgiving. - Poem by Syed Anwar Yarkhan Jilani
Today I go to put down heartprints,
and if she says, 'I felt your touch.'
It is her sagacity to feel my love
touching her through her love.
A lady reluctant to face the limelight:
Just a pat to anyone makes him bright.
Poetry is her hallmark as has ever been
I smell and feel her like a fingerprint seen.
She is a cherub but without any wings
Gave very many a few precious things.
She is so sweet, so kind to one and all
Folks around her have a bravura ball.
She is self-possessed, tranquil like a bay,
Loves reading poems, passes all the day.
She brightens her time in a magical way,
Illuminate the skies for passing her way.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Another point worth asserting may be surprising to many. I am a hardcore Taliban Muslim and she a pure broadminded European. Yet her warmth and affection has swept me off my senses. I adore and salute her.
These compliments are not confined to this insipid note. In about a year when my first book is published and cataloged a more detailed thanksgiving page will be published with her full name and introduction, Insha'allah (God willing) . May Allah bless her with Peace, Progress, Prosperity and Popularity. Ameen.
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