Clouds thundered, rained and gone We wept together for our very own
They were lamenting- for loss of ours Of orphans, helpless and old home
The way my old man served the world Healed and helped, all is shown
Love and greatness packed in heart And wealth of courage In every bone
The legacy left is compassionate treasure We are asked to help, not to mourn
My hero, you blessed us all with life You aren’t dead, you aren’t gone
Poet’s Note: Abdul Sattar Eidhi has done a lot for the well being of humanity. He is the most inspirational and renowned personality when we talk about the social work in Pakistan. He was the wealthiest poor man that has served the nation with the passion of compassion.
couples run naked then plunge into the vast sea laughter ensues… through the duration of the night a flock of birds with intense sounds In the distance the still silence then an old man appears gets into his boat and
John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While he was on another roam
Your genome was climbing down. I hate to count the steps. Feathers hurt sometimes after the end of flying. How far was the moment of dust? You were still swimming in saline water. A collective guilt will pay the price.