No skies fall
No oceans dry
The sun shines no less bright
The wind forgets not its trail
The moon, on its course, sails
But when a good man dies
The world is not the same.
Life and death! May his soul rest in peace. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
But when a good man dies the world is not the same. so true, well written.
How can the world be the same? When the presence of good and the ripple effect of all he is ends is gone. The deeds we do, the impressions we leave touch so many lives. The very fact that the world still turns the same and yet you were touched enough to pen this heartfelt message reveals the power of good in a human. and still.... The moon, on its course, sails.
So very true, Nosheen. I just read Akhtar Jawad's poem and his notes. I learned a lot about this man, and you are right, the world is now lesser
An incredibly moving tribute to Pakistan's 'Angel of Mercy'. Magnificent work, Nosheen! !
A most wonderful poem of true human kindness and love, The importance of doing, being good splendidly exemplified!
Great imagery! A magnificent little poem. Full marks and to my favourites.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You aptly said, If we look to the creation of the world although it may look and remain same to everybody else since SUN, MOON, STARS, DAY and NIGHT all are following a set pattern yet when it come to the LIFE and HUMANS - when a good soul departs the world for those who lived with him and around him and looked up to him will not be the same.......A true tribute to a man who lived his life to serve the poor, oppressed, underprivileged and old aged people....MAY ALLAH REWARD HIM SUITABLY...Ameen.10++++