(baad'e samoom... wo tazeeana ik lehad ka …urdu)
Just wanted to buy Aasma a doll!
If possible for Haider a plastic ball!
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beautifully written lines...That everyday I trudge teary eyed. Wandering! Why? My life has lied. With my desires my heart too died, to a desolate breath it still is tied.....................so much of today's man's worries
a plaintive symphony, soft and well organized....with a wisp of philosophy
This is a beautiful poem Saadat. Laden with worry and very sombre lines. A story in need of telling....and very well told: -)
Very mourneful ending. I find some of my pieces end in a similair fashion..I put it down to my age.72
intellegent and amazing as always..... no words to describe a perfect 10 :)
how wonderful.......a picture of universal state of developing countries or which are frayed with wars or mismanagement........so touching to bring the plight of common men and women too............but still we 'trudge teary eyed'.......to keep the candle of hope burning with the opil of our toil.........
Life is no easy dear friend but no matter what it shall not end. With tears on the cheeks we can yet smile when watch of such beautiful things as laughes of Haideer, Heer, Aasma then remind own parents smiles. Thank you for share, loved having a glimpse at such beautiful names.
Beautifully written with all the worries we as human beings are subject to