Anwar Hussain Farooqui
The Morning Sun - Poem by Anwar Hussain Farooqui
Oh! dearest, dearest darling son,
Serve thy parents as morning Sun,
With all thy heart and all thy soul,
Till they reach their final goal.
Thy parents blood and thine one,
Is not different, but same and one,
Thine own blood if you could not please,
Then what way could you God appease?
Till that time they are alive,
In serving them you be alive,
By this way if you care to strive,
To kiss thy foot will heaven strive.
In serving parents who is slow,
To Makka, Kashi, let him go,
Till death in prayers let him bow,
His efforts all will random go.
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