My Mother’s lullaby

My mother’s lullaby

I recall but faintly, those nights
Little I was, cuddling my mother
For she with her tender love
Nourished and nurtured me
With Mother love,
The Blessing of Al mighty
With Merciful love
I recall in her nightingale voice
She read me ayats and Duas
She though my innocent heart
if not my tender mind
I recall those night
When angles descended
To witness this Blessed love
They too swing
like the swerving dervishes
with my mothers duas and munajats
The Ayat Al Kursi, the Three Khuls
Darood to my Beloved Mustafa
The divine Asma ul Huna
Call upon His mercy @ depth on night.
Clinging to my mothers Nightingale voice
Repeating in the broken lines
Or try to, little I was
Drift into heavens of my mother
Accompanies by angles in sleep
For they too find peace within
The peace of Holy Words.

The Rose & nightingale revisited

The roses in hand
Has the fragrances of blood,
The land, which I left to earn,
Was not like the one I left,
How could be same,
Even I have changed,
The nightingales have migrated to
Not to gardens but to cities too
Looking for livelihood not Cuckoo
For love to has price to pay,
The inflation and rescission
Have hit all. Like a bring wall
Believes of man have changed
From communist to capitalist
Socialist some, some atheist
Some peacemaker, some terrorist
World spins on axis, of power or evil
What can I do, whom I can complain,
What does my existence mean to you
Reader of these lines,
Do i move your thoughts to mine
Or does your concern move my pen
What binds us, stranger to humanity
What relations does nightingale
And rose share
Is it the pain of nightingale or
Is it the redness of rose?
That market sells