One rainy morning in the month of August, <br />To collect the scattered scraps of sustenance, <br />Went I out as birds leave the nests, <br />Disperse to find a chance and luck, <br />Left behind I alright everything, <br />Nothing ill I smelt at those moments, <br />And no doubt excessively happy I was, <br />For the reasons unapparent as sometimes, <br />Happiness springs up by own accord. <br /> <br />One reaching the destination someone, <br />Informed me a thing woeful, <br />“ Your Eden is crushed along with the lives ten” <br />With no loss of time, I hastened to return, <br />With flowing tears and suppressing sighs. <br />Prayed to God” May it be untrue.” <br />Ah! But bad news seldom turns good. <br />All the stages in the four decades, <br />The moments I was lulled asleep, <br />The soft lap where sustained I was, <br />And clad by the sacred hands, <br />Oscillating cradle made of sack, <br />Gentle caresses, embraces affectionate <br />The remote, distant time of past, <br />Dream like swam infront of the founts, <br />Where from trickles the sacred water, <br />That relieves pang of the aching hearts. <br /> <br />When alighted beside the peace-yard, <br />Saw briskly the diggers busy in making, <br />The strongest home where man rets, <br />After tiresome toil of sufferings. <br />Then faith in the confounded mind, <br />Was strengthened by a whisper revealing, <br />“ Vehemently chase the moments of plight <br />Short living hours of solace and delight”<br /><br />Muhammad Shanazar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-whisper-4/
