SHARDS OF SHAUQ

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JOURNAL #35

an ageless troubadour is he

serenading the masses

with the shards of truth

stripped from his very own soul

his voice

a battle cry for some

while a pledge for enduring peace

for a great many others

depending solely upon

the eye from which

his words are read

he is the tranquility

that comes to settle upon the land

in the brutal immediate after

of a conflict

he is the mist of morning

that blows across the previous day's

thirsty fields

more parched than even they, themselves

realize

that is until his generous raining of thoughts

bathes their dry, up turned faces

as they taste through his carefully chosen words

for them

the peace that is possible

if only in themselves, they tirelessly search for it

and abandon the paths outwardly that

gives evil its means to more and more men 's hearts

being sucked into deceptive ideas of glory

and so its for this man I speak of

whom I wish to have a truly most happy of Birthdays

may the peace and wisdom you attempt to share

with your trampled brethren

never fail to improve they out look

they,  upon the world as a whole

but most of all their own lives in general

for you sir with your tender pen in hand

are their steady heart beat

but most of all their undying conscience

and thus so I must say in solemn admiration

may the ink of your pen

ever remain

greater than

the blood of any martyr offered................

(Feb. 18, 2009 241am)




























Author's Notes/Comments: 

written for my friend Afzal Shauq for his birthday!

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at last you proved love being a good friend and you won my heart and captured my soul and me even... thanks for that much sweet and great poem dear friend..pray for your long long life with happy smiles and sound health....