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Have a look at this intricately fashioned globe
How it has been beautified with perfect contrast
Soothing green carpet and calm blue canopy
Compels you to admire its each and every lobe

Have you ever imagined it without these colours?
How it would appear with all its ink gone…
Dull, boring and blank is a portrait without paint
Life would surely lose all its vivid flavours

Have a look at the sky, brushed with black
How it has been studded with priceless jewels
Far beyond the reach of Kings are these colours
Dazzling for the artist is this silver round on black

Have you ever imagined it to be washed off?
How it would appear with all its glitter invisible
Surely no one would bother to look above
You and I love to live due to these colours

Have a look at whatever you swallow and chew
How it has been made mouth watering for you
The perfect blend of colours tempts you to eat
Nature has already garnished all that you need

Have you ever imagined all this to be colourless
How it would appear with its blank coat
Probably no one would relish this feast
Your sense of sight might seem to be useless

Have a look at the humble king of flowers
How it has been made a symbol of love
Those red chunks resting among green carvings
So inspiring is this beauty which nature showers

As I look towards the roof of this globe
The rays of the golden ball give me hope
Colours encourage me to move despite all obstacles
I owe my existence to these conspicuous colours

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Posted by on October 26, 2012 in Poems from the heart


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My Pakistan

Green pastures, fields and lofty mountains
Valleys and meadows accompanied by fountains
The perfect combination of green and white
Unique in this vast world, is my Pakistan
The precious jewels that it generously generates
The remarkable talent that it frequently expunges
All diversities chained together for so many years
What an inspiring amalgam is my Pakistan
Whether the quakes jolt or floods ruin
Green stems are not afraid to prune
It has given away mutilated bodies
Unforgettable is the creation of my Pakistan
Bricks being gathered under the scorching sun
‘Selfless-effort’ is what it isn’t ready to shun
How can I accept its stagnation then?
‘Perpetual struggle’ is the foundation of my Pakistan
And where will you find this…
Feet without shoes but hearts filled with bliss
Such resilience is possessed by my Pakistan
The carcasses that gush with immense joy
Rivers patiently listen to the pain and the cry
Flowers also know the value of its fertile soil
That is the attraction residing in my Pakistan
All those who lament and stigmatize it
Learn this before it gets too late
There isn’t a better abode than my Pakistan!

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Posted by on October 18, 2012 in Poems from the heart


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