MAKE A DIFFERENCE

A stone is deprive of the gift of smiling
Neither has it contained a habit of scowling
A stone is unable to display emotions
Never your partner in sorrow or singing

The life expectancy of a stone is high
This extended age is all in vain
Flower has the shortest life-span
Its fragrance is eternal, soothes the pain

Published in weekly US magazine of The News, April 19, 2005

Muhammad Mahtab Bashir
ISLAMABAD.
mahtabbashir@gmail.com

THE SAME STROKE

The rain of terror
Is still on
But with
A slight mutation
Then
Strangers were
Wreckers-in-chief
Now
Our very own
Kith and kin

Published in weekly MAG, Feb 26- 04 March, 2006, The Nation

Muhammad Mahtab Bashir
ISLAMABAD.
mahtabbashir@gmail.com

A PERFECT DREAM

If dreams of all kinds are on sale
Scintillating and full of temptations
Sparkling dreams with flashy colors
What would you pick without hesitation?

My certain dream will comprise on …
A peaceful country, happiness all around
Law and order, no vex and worry
No jealousy, hatred and bad sound

Published in weekly MAG, Feb 26- 04 March, 2006, US magazine of The News

Muhammad Mahtab Bashir
ISLAMABAD.
mahtabbashir@gmail.com

UPS AND DOWNS

Life is not all toil and pain
Neither every act a danger
A lot of friends amid your ways
Not everyone a stranger

There may be rain or a storm
But smooth breeze will blow too
You’ll go through many autumns
But spring is waiting to greet you

Sorrow, suffering, strife and struggle
May pelt you for a while
Joy’ll prevail over all obstacles
If you’re hardworking and agile

Published in weekly US magazine The News, March 25, 2005, weekly MAG, Feb 26- 04 March, 2006

Muhammad Mahtab Bashir
ISLAMABAD.
mahtabbashir@gmail.com

ALL IS YOURS

Even my tears
Belong to you
It keeps on flowing
In memory of you

Published in The News, June 12, 2004

Muhammad Mahtab Bashir
ISLAMABAD.
mahtabbashir@gmail.com

LIFE OF UNEMPLOYED

My past is paved with thorny pain
People say me crazy and totally insane

I walked, ran and struggled so hard
Yet failed to gain any reward

No one ever offered me a chair
They wanted me to stand up everywhere

To save myself from public jeers
I filled an ocean with my tears

No leader consoled me when I weep
Nor anyone know if I die in my sleep

The excursion of my life is still un-enjoyed
Because of the curse of unemployed

Published in weekly MAG, May 22-28, 2004

Muhammad Mahtab Bashir
ISLAMABAD.
mahtabbashir@gmail.com

A SILENT PRAYER

Fear and fury penetrated the land
Buildings converted into pieces of sand

Those were the days wrapped in infamy
Life changed thereafter for he and she

It was a war for oil, not dove-like
Where US cruel incentives ready to strike

Although WMDs were never recovered
The eyes of UNO also got covered

Foes toppled houses but not your pride
All are alive in our hearts who are died

Millions of prayers for those who are lost
Praises, blessings and glories utmost

Published in weekly the MAG, May 15-21, 2004

Muhammad Mahtab Bashir
ISLAMABAD.
mahtabbashir@gmail.com