Anwar Hussain Farooqui

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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.

Topic(s) of this poem: parents

Comments about The Morning Sun by Anwar Hussain Farooqui

  • Seema Sharma Rimi (10/11/2017 12:02:00 AM)

    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.
    Beautiful. Great write.
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  • James Mclain Is It Poetry (10/10/2017 1:14:00 PM)

    And being but a circle we all go.. iip.. James (Report) Reply

  • Bernard Snyder (10/10/2017 10:12:00 AM)

    Great poem, Anwar. I love the message. Congrats on having this poem chosen as 'POD'. Well deserved. (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (10/10/2017 10:00:00 AM)

    Yeah, so long as they alive it is the son's duty to serve them. A nice message for all. Thanks for sharing and Congrats. (Report) Reply

  • Ravi Prakash (10/10/2017 9:46:00 AM)

    very touching................... (Report) Reply

  • Rini Jerry (10/10/2017 7:42:00 AM)

    A lovely poem.. Caring and loving parents is blessing (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (10/10/2017 6:07:00 AM)

    Such a heartwarming poem, Anwar..... a perfect 10++++++ (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (10/10/2017 4:33:00 AM)

    I made my first comment before reading his biography. Good to learn about this great poet. (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (10/10/2017 4:24:00 AM)

    In todays society when family is being undermined from all sides, this poem is a beautiful reminder of family values. A well deserving place for poem of day place. Congratulations. (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (10/10/2017 2:56:00 AM)

    a lovely poem that reminds us of the importance of being part of a loving family? .............wonderfully written Anwar (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (10/10/2017 2:13:00 AM)

    Beautiful poem for children, to remind parents as part of their life, as we are part of theirs too. Beautiful advices in every line! Congrats to you too (Report) Reply

  • Indira Renganathan (10/10/2017 12:32:00 AM)

    Excellent advice...I like this a lot as it has a musical, recitative rhythm too...congratulations and thanks a lot (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (10/10/2017 12:06:00 AM)

    Congratulations! This is a nice and tender affectionate poem on this poem of the day. This morning sun is of course our dearest darling son. Parents adore their son as darling sun. Till death in prayers let this sun bow and glow. Very beautifully presented outstanding poem is shared here...10 (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (10/10/2017 12:06:00 AM)

    Congrats, a lovely poem...................................................... (Report) Reply

  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti (11/12/2016 5:18:00 AM)

    Verily, the last stanza explains it all.
    A great write indeed
    loved reading and commenting
    Added to my favourite
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  • Robert Murray Smith (11/11/2016 10:26:00 PM)

    The Morning Son
    A very promising poem.+++10

    More please.

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  • Kathy Van Kurin (10/17/2016 3:00:00 AM)

    The Morning Sun,
    Mr. Jarooqui,
    It is interesting how the sun is the source of our strength. Without this fire ball we would all be but dust. Our parents must not be forgotten but honoured and enjoyed. Thier love is so precious and ours for them. Wonderful piece of work! ...................Bless you................................Kathy
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  • Seamus O' Brian (10/10/2016 1:02:00 PM)

    A plea to the younger generations. Will they hear? Will they discard the traditions that have bound generation after generation to the respect and care of the generations preceding? How can tradition compete with the social influences that are so ubiquitous and invasive? Much is changing; much is gained, and much is lost. (Report) Reply

  • (10/10/2016 12:24:00 PM)

    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.
    (Report) Reply

  • Madathil Rajendran Nair (10/10/2016 9:10:00 AM)

    Thank you poet for conveying a great message to our sons and daughters through such a beautifully rhymed poem. (10) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 7, 2016

Poem Edited: Friday, October 7, 2016

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