Muqudus
Quite, gentle and little sentimental.
Lover of fascination, inspiration and liberation,
Who feels solicitousness, tenderness and at times sadness.
Who need friends to mend
And gives hugs on lend
Who fears their ill-wills
Who would like to see daffodils
Who wish to become a love earner
Lives in the city Mirpur
Shahab
Categories:
solicitousness,
Form: Bio
In the strange land of mother earth
Where the creatures there dwell in
obscurity
While some rear the eagerness to
break open the veil
Some rare the solicitousness of the
fate of the unknownness
Where we find ourselves
A foreordained deed of mother
nature
Feels shunned by the ignorant hearts
of men
But learning nature's ways is open to
the one
Who puts his heart in the
unidentified
And his brain in the island of
knowledge
I am strange, you are strange
Surely not to mother nature
But to who?
To even the unsung feelings we
nurse
In our innocent minds and hearts
Towards each other
Even though our hearts
Have been connected by nature
Which birth us
Mother nature has done a great deed
Birthing and connecting us
But our hearts have been kept away
From the hidden fact of nature's
deeds
No matter how long we estrange
nature's deeds
Realizing the truth of the unknown is
failsafe
And nature can never be cheated
Categories:
solicitousness, nature
Form: Lyric