O! My Master. Poem by Charnjit Patialvi

The guiding light in me, pushes the darkness out.
The deep gorge of ignorance lit-up with the sunny beam ignited in me.
He made it happen with his magic, terseness and resolve,
The things were different, but, made them appear as they are.
The command and control he mastered,
To tame the wild horses so timed and rogues, to ride.
The spirit behind success is his, we only gestured.
We act like actors with my master script.
Its all his potential we excel, the direction we took.
He is the creator, a next to “Him”,
The best of, makes the fortunes, Rest simply argue,
The immortal is his blessings,
Countless snubs, thrashing, and painful angry blows,
Raging the temperature like a furnace,
Tempering the metals to shape them he wants,
Are his tools to chisels out an animal to a man.
His fingers bear the magic & his mind the beauty within,
Transforming the caricatures to life.
I think I have achieved, but, fact ‘s he made me able.
I may forget for a while,
The spirit haunts.In crisis he’s my torchbearer.
I must pay the respect for making me what I am.
May God! let him not rest in haven,
His task still remains to be completed yet,
I still need his words, I still needs his snubs,
I can’t and never excel him.
The imperfection remains,
Where ever I may reach.

I shall need you ‘Sir’,
O! my Master, Be with me,
I feel secured under your shadow, as my second Mom.
I still feel the caring fingers moving through my hair.