TO MY FATHER

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A man to whom I idolize
A man whom I hate to criticize
A man of dignity, full of courage
His message- love, peace, friendly ties

My father- a man of words and intellect
There’s no one like you, you polish my mind
You know my faults yet embrace me
Your love and kindness, my built-in find

You work devotedly like a slave till night
That your family can slumber easy and tight
You smile at us and ease the pain
Your sagacious decisions always right

My love for you like a never-ending sky
Your affection on me is right from cradle
No diamonds or pearls can replace your love
If God allowed, I would worship your idol

Published in Weekly MAG, July 2-8, 2005, Jun 19-25, 2004

MUHAMMAD MAHTAB BASHIR
ISLAMABAD.
mahtabbashir@gmail.com

TIME MATTERS

Nothing belongs to us but time
Take care of it and not of dime

Every day to us is a precious entity
One who utilize it, finds eternity

So beware! How you kill your time
In future, you won’t find a way to climb

Take time to learn is the secret of success
Every target one sets, can be easily access

This world has no place for time-killers
Procrastinator and loiterer can never shimmer

‘Do it now’ is a favorite saying of my friend
All worries and frets you can comfortably mend

If you do not embrace time and stand still
Soon it will take revenge and make you kill

Published in Young Nation of daily The Nation, 19 May, 2003

Muhammad Mahtab Bashir
ISLAMABAD.
mahtabbashir@gmail.com

WITH MALICE TOWARDS NONE

Lets forget
Our old skirmishes
Lets keep our hearts
Free of malices
Lets show our love
And not of hatred
Lets remove all doubts
That has been fabricated

If you are not
A predecessor
Let me do it first
‘Cause neither in
a book of God,
Nor in a book of thoughts
Passion and serenity
A word, self-centered exists.

Published in Young Nation of daily The Nation, May 13, 2003, Weekly MAG, Feb 14-20, 2004

Muhammad Mahtab Bashir
ISLAMABAD.
mahtabbashir@gmail.com

NEVER SAY GOODBYE

NEVER SAY GOODBYE
(In memory of a class-mate)

I hate those words sound ‘goodbye’
It snatched my beloved while I cry

She deserted me in hours of need
I’m stranded alone on a shore, indeed

Nights have gone and days slipped away
Alas! I could not get for what I pray

If I had known, you are leaving me
Would have loved you more, I plea

Now days and nights belong to the past
Such is a path where life shows contrast

Those days so remote now eclipsed by time
Like stars behind misty clouds, hazy and sublime

Cherished moments stand still for none
Nostalgic dreams, my wish, my yearn

Let’s share a few minutes together again
First we shared ecstasy now share the pain

Published in Weekly MAG, March 12-18, 2003, The Nation & The News of April 19, 2003

Muhammad Mahtab Bashir
ISLAMABAD.
mahtabbashir@gmail.com

THIS IS MY CHILDHOOD…

Days of childhood, essence of my life
The longer I grow, the larger my strife

Standing on a beach, remembering my past
Trying to recollect, those memories I’ve lost

When life meant nothing but too much fun
I spent whole days with my dear ones

Not silver, jewels, neither gems nor gold
I want nothing but my childhood to hold

Those were the days when world looks bright
And everything for me on the height of delight

Naughty feelings, care-free life and bath in rain
Were the chief activities of what I contained

Those days certainly prized possession of mine
When moon smiled at me and stars used to shine

Give me my childhood and take my adult
And I won’t care about the religious cult

Published in Young Nation of daily The Nation, 26 March, 2003, Weekly MAG, Dec 13-19, 2003

Muhammad Mahtab Bashir
ISLAMABAD.
mahtabbashir@gmail.com

BE OPTIMISTIC

Every night is chased by a brighter day
So do not be afraid of life, they say

One should enjoy maximum pleasure
Who does so gain a real treasure

People who detest laughters and smiles
For them happiness lies but many a miles

Life is a name of ups and down
Who holds his nerves wear a crown

Don’t just watch dark side of a photo
Be optimistic and pragmatic is my motto

Published in Young Nation of daily The Nation, 25 March, 2003

Muhammad Mahtab Bashir
ISLAMABAD.
mahtabbashir@gmail.com

MIRROR & MY HEART

A mirror suddenly dropped out of my hand
Shattered into pieces like a wind-blown sand

A terrible noise haunts in my room
That vociferous voice ends a way of groom

That mirror, a memory of my sweet lady
Now makes my life sad and no more shady

Those pieces of mirrors lying next to me
‘Causing great trouble and bring tears to me

Fragile mirror's sound creates massive mess
‘Cause it’s not akin to my heart that is noiseless

Published in weekly Disney discoverer of The News, 08 Feb 2003

Muhammad Mahtab Bashir
ISLAMABAD.
mahtabbashir@gmail.com