The Broken Guitar Poem by Matloob Bokhari

THE BROKEN GUITAR
When the storms of life rolled in with ocean of tears
When the tides ofgrief created restless sensation
When the road of life became tiring and tiresome
When every thing disappeared, When I was in curl loneliness
In the darkness of night, Musa and Omer played guitar
Their music solaced my soul and gave calmness to my heart
My soul smiled through the shine of their dreamful eyes
Both friends made me smile, both made me laugh
Theirbrilliant minds were fountains of high thoughts
Their sweet lips prayed to kiss the stars
They put their heart, soul and mindintheir thoughts
And pursued their paths with no loss of will and resolve
Both accomplished what they had dreamt in their paths
One became a business success, other excelled fighter flying
Omer in his peak momentssoaredhighinthe vast sky
Where he prayed for his martyrdom, God listened his prayer
So suddenly, all the colourfulstrings of guitar were broken
The music of his guitarmixed in the sounds of universe
Sweet melody ofhis life flowed in the blue sky
God blessed him with the death of a martyr
And gave him a gloriousabode lighted by the glory of God.
We are left with beating of ourhearts
Verily! verily! sooner or later, we all have to depart!