Another sun is setting into abyss of aeons The speck of my life is dwindling Let me know the secrets of Thy Love Before my existence levels down to earth Let me breaths tremble with thirst of Thy yearning Before this body counts them to moments Let me eyes sip in Thy glory Before my transient youth lose its cognition Let my dusky lids close on your Eden When Thy sun completes its round And bows down Let it mention me to You, Before it kindles another day May 30, 2025
(Poem) High mountains in Baltistan; Lush green plains and rushing rivers of Punjab; Thal, Thar, Thar Parkar of Punjab, Sindh and Balochistan; Valley and sides of Khyber Pakhtoon Khaw; All in bound in our beloved Pakistan. Folklores of Sassi-Punu, Heer-Ranjha; Infusing love and Primitivity of people; From the land of five rivers; Harapa and Moinjodarro of Indus valley; Echoing the civilization of last ages; Himaliyas, Karakuram and Hidukush; Whispering with cosmos, reflecting the heaven; Basin that kiss the ocean, deserts that hide in treasure; Constitute the great republic of Pakistan. Seasons, though, are in clutch of time; Yet here we relish at same time; The cool gusts and burning day; on diverse lands of colorful Pakistan. Where fruits laden the trees; Where nuts never stop showers; Where grain love to pierce out the clay; Where nature wrights divers tastes; In vegetables cladding in various hues. Here doctors, engin...
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