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Pakeeza Rizvi Poem
In his tiny eyes,
I saw a little glance of life,
His innocent face reflects his poverty,
As he was facing a great storm in himself,
His gloomy voice telling me a legend of his broken dreams,
He was too small for that school,
A little mechanic with a bag of tool,
His childhood spending along,
Playing with screw driver and handsaw,
The sun molesting him through his light,
Abusive language incises his feelings of delight,
Brow beating by his cruel master,
He was too small for that disaster,
A little mechanic with a lots of fears,
Every evening my bus was passing near his workshop,
I saw him and he smiles as he was happy with his life,
Besides his beautiful smile,
i was reading his griefs file,
Too many desires alive,
How much he was brave,
Changes his face like a wave,
May God help him and Save,
I pray for him everyday,
He was too small for that aim,
A little mechanic with a strong faith,
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Pakeeza Rizvi Poem
Khawab dekhe the jo ankhon me reh gaye shayad,
Ban ke armaan ansoun me beeh gaye shayad,
Sham dhundlaye kyun raaste gumnaam hoe,
Sath hamsafr the jo dhund me kho gaye shayad,
Ab kyun angna me sakheon ka hujoom nahe,
Mujh se anjaan zamanee bhi hogaye shayad,
Nanhi jhoole me samaye hazaroo gham kaise,
Afaatein dekh kar daman bhi barh gaye shayad,
Dil ke virania ab ghatne ko tayar kahan,
Andhere raat ke mujh me he bus gaye shayad,
Chowdwein raat hai phir bhi ye andhere kaise,
Jalte chiraagh hawaoon se bujh gaye shayad,
Mere taqdeer ke kitaab to khali he rahe,
Purr the oraaq jo ashkoon se mit gaye shayad,
Khawab dekhe the jo ankhon me reh gaye shayad,
Ban ke armaan ansoun me beeh gaye shayad,
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Along with their desolate fortune,
Old parents waiting for their unsparing children,
Who leaved them in the barren garden,
For the sake of their ambitions,
They omit them between the world,
When they needed love and care,
They gifted them with despair,
Inspite their aloofness,
Blear eyes still searches for them,
In the cortile of old house,
Every evening they sit together,
Share their griefs with each other,
Collect their broken dreams,
with lots of tears and scream,
hold each other hands,
As they are the passenger of the same land,
In the cortile of old house,
I know that one day they will sleep,
In the lap of grave,
But their sorrows will remain,
Gloom words left,
Inconvenient plaints shout ever and ever,
In the cortile of old house,
Whole night and the entire day,
They worry about them and pray,
Old memories tease them,
Tear their hearts with a sharp condemn,
With the passage of time,
Their wounds heal,
Time will not come back,
But must repeats itself,
It may be possible that,
After a stumble of time,
Those who rejects heaven in the earth,
Will be the next passenger,
In the cortile of old house,
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In a silent valley of feelings,
Under the shadow of deep emotions,
A person with a bag of old memories,
With a bundle of unsolved queries,
Waiting for his next journey,
Beyond this inner world,
He is a passenger of love,
In the crowd of heartless people,
He has lost everything,
But his broken dreams and hopes,
Still with him as a mate,
No one understand his unspoken words,
He is a passenger of love,
Hope of new dawn in his eyes,
He does not sleep all the night,
Besides his innocent smile,
Alot of griefs alive,
How much alone he is,
Sing a sad song like a dove,
He is a passenger of love,
His eyes searching for his destiny,
Long wait reduces his ambitions,
But his courage is as strong as mountains,
Cool breeze never effected him,
Died before dead,
No one scattered him,
He knows how to tuck,
He is a passenger of love,
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