AFZAL SHAUQ’S POETRY IS A BEAUTY PRIDE

AFZAL SHAUQ’S POETRY IS A BEAUTY PRIDE

I have always been looking for a good teacher to teach me and learn form him and I think, I found now and that’s you being a big poet, who might be my teacher because I have learnt a lot from your thoughtful poetry. And trying if I’m able to write your way. I read almost your all poems and here is my appreciation note for you. Hope like my poor comments as your pupil.

If I Am Really In Your Heart Then….

You can take my hands in your hand
No matter how far Away
I'm from your land

You can hear my voice word by word
No matter how far
My language is from yours

You can give me smiles morning, moon and night
No matter how far
My frown goes all day night

You can find what I long for in life
No matter how far
Your wish is from mine

You can discover realms of my empire
No matter how far
Located the kingdom entire

You can wait for long my fondness spring
No matter how far
The winter leaves my spirit

You can give me whole time for gardening
No matter how far
Spread seeds grow love seedlings

(Shirin Sheikhi)

Getting trapped in our lives, seemingly we are overlooking the genuine concerns and trivial ambitions have been replaced. We forgot that world is much bigger that our house, city or even our country. We forgot that we are the member of global family not merely our own. Your words are awaking us up to the missed facts such as peace, humanity, love and delight for all in my point of view; your poetry is an effective means of edification and cherishing the hope that still some spectacular hearts are keeping earth illuminated in these days darkness. I appreciate you for performing this rewarding job and here is my poem for you…

Hearts

At night sky seems
Brilliantly spangled
By shiny stars
To those on earth
Meanwhile there is no light
But at every single moment of time
Earth seems illuminated
By some spectacular hearts
To those in the skies
Meanwhile nowadays
Earth is almost in the dark
Even with this apparent light

You being an Afghani Poet and your sorrows for Afghans make me think to share sorrows with you. What I feel when see people around the world afflicted with war is indescribable. Shame, sorrow, sympathy or … That is a wonder how we got used to watch many scenes in the world such as children feeling desperate and trapped in the middle of war zones, mothers who have lost their kids and those who hardly can find any reason for living after wars. If these disasters are the outcomes of the decisions made by mind and sensibility I hope that soon our hearts turn in to our motivators as yours that beats for all and thanks for writing.

My blessing always with you Sir!

Shirin Sheikhi, Tehran / IRAN
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