I pray to that know-it-all Inter-web
- that I can book a safe beach vacation.
That I’ll meet some nice cahtholic boy online
- without p0rn fueled expectations.
Weber-net, without undo downtime
- please address my ongoing frustrations.
I need my Christmas loot on time
- and not priced-up by supply-chain inflation.
AIs, who are listening, it’s time to send me a sign
- beep or whir to let me know you heard my small rogation
The snow melts away like it never belonged here,
Although I kept caressing her like a child,
She said she wanted to finish her vengeance,
On the other side of the wild,
Not long ago had she promised to never come back,
To the island of rogation,
Of imagination,
Of isolation,
Where they had destroyed every particle of the white,
That was never a threat, but a promise of the knight,
To protect the lands that stretched beyond the boundaries,
From the rulers of the dead who walked free,
From the signals of the civilized thieves,
Who only stole from the poor and poverty,
But, justice was waiting to perform,
On the minds of the deceitful wise,
With swords made of snow,
And words that cut like ice,
Making them wonder if winter had truly disappeared,
Or was simply beginning to uncover her beautiful fear.
You the omnipotent and Merciful For All,
O my Lord !All power belongs to You,
Whether who is Muslim or infidel doesn’t matter,
Your blessings are uncountable through,
Rainfall or waterfall cold breeze to warm,
Mountain to land , Sea or the endless sand,
Heat or Cold ,everything we hold,
The measure of everything in your hand,
Whom You will grant, Woe or pleasure ,respect or contempt,
Life and Death, wealth and poverty,
Your dignity and beneficence cover the whole world,
Though the vast eternal is your Sovereignty ,
Mitigate the burden of crimes, Supplicate for forgiveness,
We are your sinful creature, pardon us clemently,
Rogation for real success, show us the right way,
As You listen to those who don’t have tongue and they utter silently!!!
M. Shahid H. Chouhdry
Bahawalpur, Pakistan
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shahid817@gmail.com
With the brave nerve and poetic verve,
I have viewed martyr place in a daydream,
Almighty allocate, there righteous soul thereafter life,
Marvelous, awesome, splendid paradise it Seem,
Bowing trees of olive, flowing torrents of milk and honey,
Hanging fruits trickling nectar, Queuing castles in row,
No melancholy, pain and beavering away is there,
Take back the reward of deeds that they sow,
Pleased moments, precious time spent in the rogation of Almighty,
Observed happy, contented and joyful faces of all who martyr,
Almighty ennoble them from the rest of world,
We can’t imagine, the honor given to them so higher,
The beneficence of Almighty so vast and measureless,
Encompass the whole world from above to beneath,
He will revivify new life to them after death,
They become the twinkling star on cloud nine zenith.
Shahid Hussain Chouhdry