حبیب جالب

حبیب جالب 

An old poem of Habib Jalib he wrote it when Ayub Khan was governing Pakistan.

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Inside each of us, there's a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.

Inside each of us, there's a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water., a photo by Zeeshan Sattar on Flickr.

Desert rose

DESERT ROSE

I dream of rain

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I wake in pain

I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire

Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire

And in the flames

Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose

Each of her veils, a secret promise

This desert flower

No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns

This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams

This fire burns

I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I wake in pain

I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain

I lift my gaze to empty skies above

I close my eyes

This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain

I dream of gardens in the desert sand

I wake in pain

I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose

Each of her veils, a secret promise

This desert flower

No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose

This memory of Eden haunts us all

This desert flower

This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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علامہ اقبال

علامہ اقبال

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ظفر اقبال

ظفر اقبال 

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The time comes when we all must find out what we were afraid out. Some of us fear she may never forgive me. Others worry she might learn the truth. A few wonder could he send me away, yes the world is a scary place. It is even more terrifying if we have to face it alone.

ثمینہ راجہ

ثمینہ راجہ 

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