An Ode To Bhatiot Poem by Matloob Bokhari

AN ODE TO BHATIOT
Matloob Bokhari
I was born and brought up in Bhatiot,
Idyllic, picturesque, sweet and pleasant
I crave to be in the smiling mountains of Bhatiot
I love the peace, tilled earth of my village
I feel comfortable in the trees, stones, cottages,
There I go for a long power walk in the fields
Where my father ploughed and raised cattles, loved birds
I love to sit with Darwashes around the spiritual fire
In the tomb of Peer Shahsawar
Peer Shahsawar who never changed others religions but changed the hearts of his followers,
Loved and respected every religion
He taught love is in every religion,
Love in essence is religion
Trees, stones, cottages, graves, tomb of Peer Shahsawar
They all belong to me.
Trees are my thoughts, mountains my dreams,
Furrowed fields are my dreams, graves my bones.
Here I can say I am who I am