“Your thoughts are the fruits of the tree which your memories have planted.”
– Hafiz Mohammad Yasir
Thy lands of sweetness might never wane;
Thy echos of love & beauty might never wane;
Thy appearance shall never fail to entrance me;
Thy bond shall never fail to enhance me.
For all these years, together, we never have been;
Yet your Incessant Grace, I’ve always seen;
And now I find you my closest, loveliest shadow;
Inspiring me, encouraging me, like a rainbow.
For were it not for you, and your love, serene;
Were it not for you, and your beauty, serene;
There might have come a time when writings failed;
Several rhymes betrayed, several songs failed.
And therefore, honestly today, I apprise you;
I have, for months, and still do, love you
A lone figure, sitting by my side;
And I, flowing softly,
With sonorous splashes, he the waiting one, I, the waited one.
A bench by a river, serving anyone, everyone, unbiased;
If only life could be thought so, fair, and just…
How great the world would be? How wonderful???
Ohh, what a dream.
Thought I could write a novel;
could not, daft ideas, bore.
No problem, several kinds of prose;
do exist in literature, several I adore.
Thought I could write a story;
could not, again the same blank.
Then again, no problem, I can always
cross this river on another plank.
Thought I could write a poem;
again no, blank head, no words flow.
This time, problem, for what else;
can I write, nothing else I know?
Well, you ask what did I end up with now;
Can’t you see, can’t you see, what you’re reading now?