Dear Viewers Today we will read poems an influential poet of India.
AGE CAN BE WASHED
LIKE A GARMENT
Age too, after washing like a garment
has to be dried
on the ropes of life
But if the age itself is older
than the garments
Then the soap's foam
must turn into a peacock's feather,
And the body must be cleansed
with the handkerchief of mind
But if the garment itself
has reached its age
Then, separating the threads
of the worn-out garment,
like bathing a child lightly with hands,
it needs to be cleansed
And weaving with a needle, with love,
the patches need to be stitched again
And, at the final moment of soap,
it needs to be handed over to
the waves of the mind
And, to the evening
waiting on the shore,
the tired day of life
needs to be surrendered
forever, with pleasure
This is nirvana
This is salvation.
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THE FIRST POEM
OF THE UNIVERSE
When there was no talk,
no words, no language, no ink -
But still the first poem was composed by Earth.
And eventually she herself
became the
most beautiful poem in the universe.
Then she gave birth
to the seeds of emotional words
and distributed all the seeds
to the farmers of the soil of poetry.
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NAKED NEEDLE
The needle always sews
clothes for the naked
But it itself is naked all its life.
But no one is objectifying its nudity.
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EVERY SHADOW HAS A LOVER
Every shadow has a lover and that beloved is darkness.
Darkness can embrace countless naked shadows with love at a time.
Those romantic shadows merge with darkness in the sea of night.
And as soon as the buds of the Sun's eye-lids begin to blossom,
all the satisfied shadows depart to their proper places.
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BEFORE ENTERING
THE GRAVE OF DARKNESS
Whether the journey is of the day or of life,
the evening of both is speedy.
Only the night slowly gives birth to the morning from the womb of the dawn.
So let's enjoy the wonderful light of the day
before entering the grave of darkness of the night.
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SADNESS LIKE DARKNESS
Sadness like darkness
is not eternal
in the eyes of darkness
there are seeds of light
But in the heart of sorrow
there are golden nests of happy butterflies.
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WHO IS BLIND ?
One traveled a hundred countries for fun
and came back to the village.
The villagers felicitated him lavishly.
In reply he narrated interesting information about the wonderful places abroad.
His grandmother was also listening to everything,
He said to her -
"Dear grandmother, would have taken you along
but you are blind,
so you missed your chance".
Grandmother smiled and said,
"Dear Grandson,
it was true when you saw it with your own eyes,
Now it is just a pleasant dream.
Yes, you are right, I am blind.
But you have seen only a few countries,
And I see the whole universe everyday
with my inner eyes".
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EVERY PROPHET IS A POET
A poet is but an utterly
beloved son of the earth
A fakir of the alternate universe
And a true friend of the
neglected hapless.
Every Prophet is a poet
and every poet who strives for truth ultimately becomes a Prophet.
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THE VIRGIN STEAM
The virgin young steam threw off
the black and white robes
of the old cloud
and hurriedly clung to the bosom
of the restless wind
and began to romance
before the sleepy horizon line.
But then suddenly the voluptuous cloud began to ejaculate
like a silver waterfall.
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PRAYER
Prayer is to forget
our vices and confess
our sins before Allah.
Prayer is to forget our egos
and to deserve
Allah's compassion.
Prayer is to dedicate
ourselves to Allah
for the good of the Earth.
Prayer is to thank Allah
for every breath's life.
Prayer means giving zakat to the needy and freeing yourself from some debt.
Fasting means saving your food for the hungry and surrendering your hunger to the Prophet as a prayer.
Prayer is the holy path
that leads from the darkness of the grave
to the light of Jannah.
Amin!