An Epitaph

Here lies a most beautiful lady, Light of step and heart was she; I think she was the most beautiful lady That ever was in the West Country. But beauty vanishes, beauty passes; However rare — rare it be; And when I crumble,who will remember This lady of the West Country. Walter de la Mare

The Sick Rose

O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm. That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. William Blake

Halqa’a e Be TalabaaN runj e GiraaN Bari Kya.//حلقۂ بے طلباں رنجِ گراں باری کیا

حلقۂ بے طلباں رنجِ گراں باری کیا اُٹھ کے چلنا ہی تو ہے کوچ کی تیاری کیا Halqa’a e Be TalabaaN runj e GiraaN Bari Kya Utth k Chalna Hi to Hai, Kooch ki Taiyaari Kya ایک کوشش کہ تعلق کوئی باقی رہ جائے سو تری چارہ گری کیا مری بیماری کیا Ek Koshish k … More Halqa’a e Be TalabaaN runj e GiraaN Bari Kya.//حلقۂ بے طلباں رنجِ گراں باری کیا

Love Song.

(Dear Readers, it’s my first attempt to write in English. Please give your opinions .) ______________________ I try to stare at you. Every moments in days and nights But you the lovely blossom, Don’t know. Really , don’t . How much eagerness invoked my soul… Oh…. God grace your beauty , and your eyes… Oh…. … More Love Song.

Meeting At Night.

The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand. Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach; Three fields to cross … More Meeting At Night.