I shall lay my head on her knees
Believing that God must have cured her arthritic joints in heaven,
Then she will brush my hair with her fingers
And I shall tell her all my soul suffered from;
A gentle soul once asked me here
to delete my Age and edit profile
I read it and just passed a smile
I do respect her but I ask:
I got a chance to meet You
in the feel of a moment
gripped in the crystalline abstraction
of a diamond bonding…
O Maker of this universe! ! ! ! !
Sought in silence, prose and verse!
Teach me Lord to sing Thy Praise
My vision is the azure sky
And dreams are Paradise
My dwelling is behind the wall
I’m hidden to probing eyes
When I shall cease to breathe the vital air
The news will spread like a wild fire
Whatever on your page
whenever I just read
there surely find a sage
who has a moral creed
Life cannot be scribed into words
Or else I would shift the whole of it
By my pen on the paper
Then I would sign it, and say
Janay kiskis tarha mushkil se sambhala mujh ko!
Meri maa tu ne boht pyar se paala mujh ko......!
Apne kirdar se, guftaar se taaleem kia
Did I ever say I'm always right when I never was?
Should I blame others when I could not understand myself?