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Sitting on the boundary, defending Pakistani border,
Not feeling alone as its Almighty Order,
Security the way I take Almighty Pleasure,
Face all troubles Don’t matter how Harder,
You the sword of nation, and country pride,
Chest you up brave heart, don’t sit aside,
Strive for success in the battle field,
Chase your enemy, don’t you Hide,
Protection of country lead You earn the Heaven Above,
Vaporize your passion like blazing stove,
Nothing is important then the worth of Homeland,
Give your best as you do in Love,
The honor, dignity and delight of Martyr,
Takes your soul so Higher,
As the pleasure of real success is Eternal,
So! Don’t evade, never give up, Not be Tire.
(Feel it alright as The Best Man do a Best Job as You! ! !)
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No matter If history be repeated to war or battle,
Will go back fight and won the medals for chest,
Neither be retreated or nor give up from battle zone,
Until I led the combat to conquest,
For even at the last breath and drop of blood,
Adhere to delimitation line till the peace and rest,
And if the essence of mother soil vanished,
Put forth my brow sweat to saturate this placidity harvest,
Make them grow, and buoy up with ocean flow,
So, this land become the mighty, at his best,
Encompass whole fragrance of brotherhood and sodality,
Endeavor for honor, tranquility, and resurrect,
After all now I can take deep puff and pass away,
Attribute this patriotic poem to countryman sanest,.
And I Shahid pray, supplicate and invocate, that you,
May be the place of harmonious, pleasant zest.
M. Shahid H. Chouhdry ©
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When I start learning English grammar,
My heart falters and my tongue tremors.
An amorous poem, When I wrote,
People don't like, don't even quote ,
Standing, sitting, or sleeping, my heart disabuses,
Brain from the idle thoughts and misuses,
Of noun, pronoun, adverb, and adjective,
So I feel fine with a sane state of subjective,
Learning lexicon and vocabulary,
An imperceptible approach to disarray,
It seems I am flogging a dead horse,
But it's not like cramming morse,
The more I learn about this exotic,
Dialect and accent which makes dramatic,
Whole German, French, and Latin compound,
Is this chemistry or seems a latent sound,
All my senses now take part in this chemical reaction.
To read, listen, write, and speak with utmost correction,
English itself is a math, physics, and chemistry,
A science of linguistics and a science of mystery.
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“Are you sleeping still on Bed?
Have a view of gift ahead,
Oh, the Eid crescent is above your head,
May this beautiful eve turn you crimson Red,
Accept heartiest greetings and tweet,
Because Can’t I buy the bunch of Sweet,
May thou feel head over heel,
And enjoy this festive with full zest and zeal,
Embrace, hug, and switch off all disputes,
And be the human of piety attributes,
This poem will go on and on, So
Keep on enjoying Eid with chirpy brow! ! !
M. Shahid H. Chouhdry
Bahawalpur, Pakistan
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The right way to bestow, the glow way to Integrity,
If you wanna bloom, build a habit of Honesty,
Equality is the basic theme of Mankind,
Who is white who is black, it doesn't Mind,
Justice! in each path of your Life,
It will transform your all acts Nice,
You not need to bow, don’t you Surrender,
Don’t be putative, Be the power of Thunder,
We the people of one God! Why there is difference!
Beat the Inequality, and place The Justice Preference!
Rich or Poor , Low or High, Don’t matter where You Are!
Will go the same grave same as martyred Soldier after the War!
M. Shahid H. Chouhdry
Bahawalpur, Pakistan
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If you may die old or young,
With all yearning and desire,
Knowing this song not yet sung,
With aspiring air through cold lung,
Thine books and wallet on shelf,
Straggle attires and overcoat,
And money in thy account,
Futile towards thy own self,
Sidekick to comrades, kith and kin,
Forgot as quickens as floating fin,
And you'd be like the erstwhile paper pin,
For which place not more than a bin,
Mourning faces and words of condolence,
Can't resurrect thou back in this cosmos,
For which thou had pile up wealth with esurience,
And base the sketch of castles with hopefulness,
Alas the hard thou beaver for this temporary respite,
Cause you want to reach the fabulous height,
Working dawn to dusk from day to-night,
Knowing this world is illusion sight,
And single alarm neither makes you fright.
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I solicit, can I be
your man, man of
dreams,
She smiled and
responds with
nihilism,
I startle with
embarrassment,
Nevertheless, she
kept on spiting with
criticism,
I lost and tears
bulged out from the
eyes,
Expel not this time
with pessimism,
In wonder and in
dilemma of bewilder
ness,
Fell down from edge
of optimism,
And truly I can only
yearn and pine,
Can’t I fetch her
with the power of
magnetism,
Here the word and
world lives, the
status,
Before which I can’t
stand with equalism,
Alas here a man live
with the loss of
hope,
Saying this love is,
“the theory of
illusionism,
And to beginning
alarmed of your
ways,
Not more than
pretension and
fusionism,
Quit this all plays
and leave a solace,
Can’t I bear your
yoke of fascism,
Of thy oppression
and cruelty,
So Shahid, be in the
shadow of
bachelorism.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
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When I breathe and beat you know my nerve,
Whether am in trouble or in twisty curve,
Alpha to infinity you knows my pain,
Alas! All my endeavors yet null and vain,
Oh my Lord forgive my err and sin,
Am not more than petite thumb pin,
I am not more then eccentric smoke,
But Neither my pulse vanishes nor I get choke,
What am I? Mere a fickle soul and surreal thought,
Without your blessings, zilch and aught,
You made me concrete yet fragile,
Oh my Lord your mercifulness heaps and pile,
Wish I die while reading holy book kalam,
And meanwhile praising salat-o-salam,
And occult angel may welcome to main,
-abode, But I wish to die once again,
You give us faith and the best,
You the lord of two east’s and two west’s,
Sanctify my soul, make me free from evil,
And demonic thoughts of devil,
And I supplicate that You,
Allah ho, Allah Ho,
Nothing is invisible to you,
Oh My Lord, All powers belong to you!
Written By
Muhammad Shahid Hussain Chouhdry
(Bwp_PK)
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In extreme mob, with suspiration and tear,
I am here to wipe off, because I care,
For the pain andworries that may turn you sear,
Don’t worry, I am here to aplomb, because I care,
In trouble and indepressive delusion veer,
My smile, will vanish all, because I care,
You may unaware and in fear,
No matter, how it goes on, listen I care,
For ailment to sorrow and grief ere,
Spell the right,leave it to say I care,
In edgy situation,you won’t able to hear,
I whisper heart to heart, because I care,
Each remedy to final intervention till you wear,
I will not leave you alone, because I care,
And until you faith,contented and swear,
I keep on my efforts, becasue I care.
Shahid Hussain
Chouhdry
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Who said, a soldier was born to die?
Hitherto dose’nt prove hence who said why?
Why do they yell and, do cry?
For a man who reached ample high!
Abode of eternity!
Heaven of infinity!
A soldier ,who live and die for the nation,
Is not a forgettable or midget creation,
He who died in this passionate passion,
Left a noted precedent of noble division,
Of his noble birth
For his nation worth,
In peace in war, who stand still,
In rain,rage,rill,tempest,tornado,typhoon and fill,
His soul with a righteous will,
To bring back peace in country till,
Comes serenity,
Comes tranquility,
I’m a soldier, born to live, for heavenly aim,
Born to serve,defend, and earn eternal fame,
My life is reserved hence not lame,
Man of concrete, Soldier is my name,
Don’t matter, If I’d die,
Tell my mom not to cry,
Born to live,
Not to Die.
Written By
Mohammad Shahid Hussain Chouhdry
1136 am 14 June, 2014
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