Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Summer Gift

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Thursday, August 26, 2010

Think on These lines

ان نرم بچھونوں سے خدا مجھ کو بچائے
سو جائے کوئي ان پہ تو پھر اٹھ نہيں سکتا
from Allama Iqbals Poem 'Aik Makra or Makhi

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

In Freedom there is Fear



In Freedom There is Fear
When close and dear
one, is no more,
In Freedom there is Blood
When All you made in life
Is washed away in flood
In freedom there is sacrifice
When all you claim and own
Is taken away without a price;
In freedom there is Liberty
For many just a statue
All fights, no rights, nor equality
In Freedom there are letters
promises and false hopes
as soon you are in iron fetters;
In Freedom I was born
I never saw my land
I long for its beauty
In dewdrops shining
In the morn
In Freedom there is a gift
treasure not and you find
it floating by and adrift;
In Freedom there is love
peace and harmony
Hold it strong with the rope above;