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 ...
Pakistan And India
India And Pakistan
Why is it so? I don't know,
I see in the list your name,
I feel I 'll have something from you,
not much but message to be read,
but days have passed since I have had none,
No text, no reply, no question,
Oh my bitter sweet neighbor,