To: One Mystic Poet Poem by AFFAQ NABI

A hermit came into our city after a long interval.
And sang in his own handsome music some sonnets,
Some quiet streets again settled to some extent,
His song arouses in the sick minds of people a consent,
Of a new rise that is soft as well as amicable,
Swiftly, millions of youth found his harmonics,
Fruitful for their wits, they have set their lives in motion.
His verse takes the form of a melody. I too
Have heard about this Hermit, and steadily recited
Few lines of his sonnet that drew cheers on my lips
'His sermon leads to reform,
towards our subsided
Social mechanisms, a Hermit came to our city,
And then returned, but left a sonnet for all nightingales
They sing it with little buds
in the morning,
Congrats!
It's every tone that teaches us welfareism.