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 ...
For My Late Wife
For my late Wife
And you my dear whenever,
I close my eyes and back I go,
They start like rain shedding tear,
With me you are not though.
Like a dream it was that nearly one year,
Come see and feel if you can,