نعت
شمس تبریزی
یارسول اللہ! حبیب خالق یکتا توئی
برگزیدہ ذوالجلال پاک و بے ہمتا توئی
نازنین حضرت حق صدر
کائنات
نور چشم ابنیا چشم و چراغ ما توئی
در شب معراج بودت جبرئیل اندر رکاب
پانهاده برسرپر گنبد خضری توئی
یارسول اللہ! تو دانی امتانت عاجز اند
عاجزاں را پیشوا و رہنمائ ما توئی
شمس تبریزی چه داند نعت گوئی ہاۓ تو
و سید اعلی توئی
۳۱۳
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Introduction to Poetry
I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem's room and feel the walls for a light switch. I want them to waterski across the surface of a poem waving at the author's name on the shore. But all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose to find out what it really means. —Billy Collins
By Mohd Fahimabout a year ago in Poets
Tortured Soul
The soul careened blindly through a void where it scraped against the walls of a narrow tunnel, amassing a cumulative friction that created all the heat the devil would ever need to torment it. There was no light at the end, not even a fire. From the bottom a cold wind blew, and the clash of extremities spawned vapors of terror in the deadened and numbed appendage that was this strange, delirious, drunken consciousness.
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