Wednesday Prompt by Jamie Dedes
“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.
“It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.” Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
کہتے ہیں چاہت اندھی ہوتی ہے
یہ دل اور روح کا لطیف رشتہ
اس میں کیا پرکھنا کیا عمر کا تقاضا کرنا
جب کوئی خوشبو چپکے سے روح میں سما جا نے
تو کسی سے کیا شکوہ یا شکوہ یا شکایت کرنا
بس یہ کرنا کے کہ کسی کو دکھی نہ کرنا
احترم ن آخری بار پکارا پھول آپکو
اب آداب باغے شاہی تو سیکھ لو پہلے
پھر کسی گل و شہزادی کو چاہنے کی جرات کرنا
دنیا سے چلے جاؤگے انجم
کچھ اپنی چمکتی خوشبو
یھاں چھوڑ دینا
پھر آسمان پر جا کر
سکوں بھری چاندنی
نچھاور کرنا
love is blind and so we say,it
finds to the heart and soul -its way-
so why think about age
why judge the clayey cage
when sweet fragrance engulfs
the spirit then lament not, nor
pity thyself nor cry, for
love is a precious gage
so grieve no heart on Earth
nor make bleak a life
you will soon be away
from struggle trial and strife
before I cease to be I called you
a flower a tender rose petal
and now I must learn the laws
of the garden', accept the nettle
maybe in time I may find
the true bright light, till
then on the high night sky
will be to shine , and sigh
so I leave behind some love
some effulgent fragrance with
perpetual radiance ,remember,
peace is- only with complacence
