How delightful is to get lost
When in the lap of zephyr, dances frost.
Prof. Niamat Ali Murtazai
For ever exists the relation above board
Reality is a strand of the cord.
Prof.Niamat Ali Murtazai
Post-civilization a profession
Relation of body without passion.
Real sense of oneness governs mind
Easy to think but hard to find.
The wind is blowing like an addicted one,
Not mindful of the remarks of the Sun.
It pulls shoots and twigs to lose the balance
Today she need not know resistance.
Tears brimming out of wounded hearts’ eyes,
Or the parched, deserted lovers’ deep sighs,
Or the orphans’ hungry untoward cries .
What is world, a word absurd, often heard.
Stars wait for the sun to get tired,
And take back his shafts all around fired.
The sun waits for the morning star
To set aside his tiny car.
The leaves falling from trees do say:
Their comes one last end to each play,
Whether you keep standing or sway.
Let’s leave the world,
He creates all things of this vast universe,
We can’t count their kinds, merits diverse,
Our sharp thoughts with bafflement move reverse.
Allah is Unique,
Wars thundered heard all over the world
But could not win one single word.
Guns, tanks, fighters all came to rest at last;
At the same time, world became fast and fast.