Jahan zaib Poems
After that day of our departure,
I gave my soul nothing but torture,
Calling you to memory all the time,
Made my moments the most sublime,
You were here with me like the sun of dawn,
Sat I looking you ending in smoke every plan,
How can I stop you, knowing no way no reason,
To have forever in my heart a lily, rose' season,
Is this my fate this my destiny? Looted and in despair,
Or with your hand will my hand be ever in pair?
Will ever my tired head rest on your soft arm,
Will my name be written ever on your white palm?
I have a hope ...
Even these wonderful inventions,
The flying iron birds,
Swimming steel fish,
The nests touching the sky,
Could not prove you are Adam,
O man! You are Milton’s Satan,
Planning to destroy,
Or swerve Adam’s off spring,
From the right path,