Michele Vizzotti-White In the radiant darkness of night time,...such a fine opening line....i like the way the poem blooms from natural setting...




A WALK TO REMEMBER
MATLOOB BOKHARI
In the radiant darkness of  night time,
A vast silence was reigning over the sky
The  silent music of night  touched my soul
And  blossomed flowers in the soil of   my mind
Love of God  enveloped my heart; ruled my heart
God Who created beauty and is beauty Himself
  I thought about sufferings of prophets of scriptures
I thought about  ungrateful children of  revolution
I heard angels saying, “Man will shed blood on earth.”
I heard Allah replying , “I know  which you  know not.”
I thought about desire driven and  greedy man
I saw the sinful soul created with deceit with base cronies
I saw  Hujr bin Adi shackled with iron; stained with blood
I saw Meesam talking to tree: “You are for me, I am for you”
My murshud said: “ Happiest are people; strongest in  faith
They prefer Allah; Allah will prefer them over others
Life is merely story of  two days ;one for you , one against you”
NOTE; HUJR BIN ADI AND MEESAM WERE GREAT FREEDOM FIGHTERS WHO WERE HANGED BY AN OMMAYAD RULER

A POOR GIRL
Matloob Bokhari

In a fortified city –land of social divide,
Where lordly rulers, sadly greedy reside.
I saw a girl, searching a scrap of food.
Hunger poured out from her innocent face.
Pain and poverty had silenced her smile.
On my question, stammering, she replied;
“In poverty, I am walking on thorns of life;
Parent without shelter, pass nights in a tent
And days of sorrow in the shadow of tree.”
Listening this, my eyes wept with tears.
Kissing her ***** and tired hands, I said:
“Love you, my poor girl; your story is so sad.”
Looking at me, my Murshud smilingly said,
“O created for Eternal Bliss, Give and will be given,
True joy in life is to share a slice of bread
Live a simple life; so others may simply live.”









COMMENTS  :  A POOR GIRL

Kristen Scott:  Poignant, heartfelt, and an awakening against female brutality ~ well-done my friend, Kristen
  Gary Leikas: Really lovely, tender and compassionate poem !! Poverty is more sad if that comes from the poor spirit. Love is pure gold !! Love is the only one that we have a real treasure . A beautiful  piece.