POETRIES

RAINY NIGHT

Yamna Fatima

An incredible sight of rainy night

The moon is hidden behind the clouds

And its milky light is peeping from cloths

Are worn and they are grayish clouds

A calm, quite and holly night

With deep holly and mystic sight

The sky is worn a grayish dress

Which is spreading like silver stairs

It looks as if the angels have come

And due to their inspiration the sky has gone numb

The heart when views this mystic sight

Of this holly and mystic night

It loses in thinking deep

What's the grief for which the sky often weeps?

When the huge sky is in pain

It drops its tears in the form of rain

And in its grieves there's fantasy

In the form of thunder and beauty

This lovely sight of rainy night

Have views of heaven with filtrate light

Of dressed moon behind the clouds

And it's so holly without the doubts!

I AM MY OWN FOE

Mobashir

‘O’ lord, I have nobody else to blame

I do not listen to my conscience when I fall

So I don't know when I fall

When I come to my self

I found myself degraded,

My body was dominating my soul

Lust of pleasure, spade of six passions

Have dug a black well

I found myself in the well

Dark water gushes forth.

Lord I don't know how to swim nor

I have made my ladder

'O' lord I don't know when I fall

'O' my redeemer send for me a sufi.

Whose face is like moon of fourteen.

By your grace, who can take

Away all my worries.

When he touches my head a new

Blood runs through my veins.

He will dream the most

Remotest part of my heart, so

That my soul enjoys his palace

'O' lord help me, I am my own foe

I am my own foe………….