Urdu Poem – 1
By Quaiser Khalid
Grant me your signs, You lead me,
Give me the true vision if you have chosen me to lead.
In the city of the existence, the soul is gasping,
Prompt the arrogance of knowledge to lead truthfully.
Voila! How many Pharaoh ( absolute dictators) exist in the world,
Allow the consciousness of Times to speak out( like Prophet Moses).
People are sick with the pride of knowledge and vision,
O my Creator, bestow humanism on the descendants of Adam.
Zahoor apna mujhe de, tu rehnumaayee de,
Shawoor de jo safine ki Nakhudaayee de.
Hai shahre-jaa’n mei’n taDapti huwee si zakhmi rooh,
Gharoore-ilm ko taufeeqe-rehnumaayee de.
Jaha’n mei’n kitne hai’n FirWon ku ba ku yaa rab,
Shawoore-Asr ko ab izne- labkushaayee de.
Gharoore- ilmo- baseerat mei’n mubtala hai’n log,
Mere Khuda bani-Adam ko aashnaayee de,