Only One Blessing
I can pay least,
Gratitude to God,
Only for the one blessing,
That He made me,
Neither one of the killers
Of Hussain (A.S) ,
Nor did He place me amid
Those favour them.
Note: Hussain (A.S) was the grandson of the Holy Prophet Muhammad (Peace be upon Him) , he was assassinated along with the members of His family by Yazid and his companions: the so-called believers.
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Your (pbuy) Love's Miracles
The space is full of small droplets, delicate
But all of the don't have the same fate,
Only those the colors of the rainbow create
Who are blessed with your love, peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
Countless flowers smile in parks and valleys
Not for months and years but some dailies
Only those give forth sweet smell in rallies
Who want to see you, peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
A large variety of herbs spreads on the ground
Some with ease and some with hardship found
Only those for good health are the most sound
That want to kiss your feet, peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
Numberless particles lie down on earth's face
Humility stays with them in close, fast embrace
Only those shine with marvelous, high grace
Who wait for you, o dear peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
Countless oysters live in the lap of ocean
Pearls are not found in the same proportion
But in those who have your love's passion
Are blessed with pearls, peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
Countless stars roam about in endless heaven
All the time, in all seasons, round the days seven
But only those flames dark night does enliven
That pray for you o dear, peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
Homeless clouds float in the sea of sky
Some crawl low some move on high
Only those quench the thirst of earth dry
That saturate with your love, peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
Countless breaths come to us and depart
With them moves ahead life's slow cart
But only those give life to the beating heart
That are filled with your love, peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
Endless tears trickle down the walls of eyes
Along with repeated sobs and fast sighs
But only that to the high heaven flies
That is shed in your love, peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
May we also become fortunate Amen!
May we also get your love's charming sheen!
May we get a glance of your kindness keen!
Life and death in your love, peace be upon you!
O Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon you!
poem by Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai
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O' Mother to Whom Shall I Tell The Story
'O' Mother to whom shall I tell the story of my separation's grief.
The fire lit inside me by the teacher smolders and smokes
As I stir the ambers, I see the red Jewel
The pain of separation has driven me mad
Suffering is the bread I eat
Pain is my curry dip, sighs of grief my cooking fire
I roam the jungles and deserts in vain
Says Hussain, the God's fakir:
How happy I will be to find my prince!'
poem by Shah Hussain
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Result Of Disunity
The Prophet's words, had we only remembered
'You are brothers and sisters, Muslims one and all
When to brotherhood you have truly surrendered
Allah will then guide, be your helper, your mentor'
Our ship wouldn't have floundered, we would be safe
Prospering in adversity, we would master our fate.
poem by Maulana Altaf Hussain Hali
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Achilles’ heel - Clerihew
Paris’ arrow through Achilles’ heel
Made him squeal.
And forced him to kneel
Even though he phal for meal.
poem by Khadim Hussain
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Irony Of Peace
IRONY OF PEACE
Seer says ‘arms dealer’
May not be healer
Adjudged innocent killer
Maker of metal detector
Bombs disposal kits
Scanning X-ray machine
Close circuit TV
Will lose business of billions
If explosion cease
People will nourish
Melody of nightingale
Rosy fragrance
Refreshing cool breeze
Made of clay
Intellect display
Exporter of arms
How shrewd, talk of balms
Never peace be in their vision
Dollars and pounds are reason
Create chaos, reap season.
When a man establishes peace within his heart
He would have a treaty of peace for global chart.
All evils in the mind appear on the face
Are the stigmas the people can easily trace.
Vultures keep their eyes on orders
Saints and sages of disorders
Preach kick-back and commissions
Far away from human compassions
Sighs, tears, blood, toll and death
Are their sources of wealth.
Follow strategies to uproot peace
And give services of lips to please.
Would that global leaders
Understand their heinous
Crime, cruelty and poisonous
Traits and work for integrity
Nation’s sovereignty
Inspire nationalism
Propagate humanism
With their charismatic power
God be pleased, bounties shower! ! !
Dr.Shujaat Hussain
4/771, Friends Colony
Aligarh-202 002 (U.P.)
poem by Dr. Shujaat Hussain
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Education is not Commercialization
It's time to develop
Develop our faith, our moral, our civilization
It's time to change positively
Change into blessing of God (Allah Swt)
Prophet Muhammad Saw teaches us about faith
Prophet Muhammad Saw teaches us about moral
Prophet Muhammad Saw teaches us civilization
Prophet Muhammad Saw gives smart solution only one word ' Education '
No commercialization
No arrogant action
No gobble action
Not to dismantle of school buildings or let school buildings are collapse
The big country is which develop faith in the whole sectors
The big country is which give more attention to spread good moral
The big country is which increase Islam civilization and
The big country is which make grand design in education, not shopping centers.
Date : May 5th 2005
Time : 5.15 pm
Copyright/Writer : Somahadi
poem by Somahadi Hadi
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Familiar voices echo from Massachusetts!
*Shani the young poetess from Massachusetts;
I dedicate this poem in gratitude to her courageous family who gave us tremendous help as same as hospitality in our hard times in the USA.
They are in-laws of my daughter.............and our friends too.
'Hello Grandma & Grandpa!
We're already here.(Grandson Siluna, Daughter Thilini & Son-in-law Chinthaka)
Our Grandson called us and he wants to know when we go there and see them?
Yes, that's our endless dream and not yet finished.
Our eldest daughter & Son-in-law, Tharindu & Kelum in Australia
When they join us and sing together?
Oh! What a great comfort?
Then one day the old couple could have rest in peace hand-in-hand quietly
With a big permanent smile for a Toothpaste advertisement!
P.S.
Sonny! America is a big ripen Orange and we're small ants.I have already quitted smoking and I want to check your poor old Grandma's piggy till that how much she has saved for the journey? Really I must have an iron wallet otherwise these tricky coloured notes would fly always.
I must mention the name of poetess from West Virginia/my life-school teacher Sandra Fowler(West Virginian Nightingale) for her devotional prayers and our utmost gratitude!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Be a conferrer.
Confer a favour; seek not a favour.
To confer means winning gratitude.
To win gratitude is superior
To showing gratitude for the favours.
29.04.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Dog Is Sick
my dog likes to lick sticks
today it is sick
poem by Qasim Hussain
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Les Murray (The Australian Poet) - Clerihew
The poet Les Murray
Loves hot curry.
Always recites his sonnet
Wearing a bonnet.
poem by Khadim Hussain
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Sorry for every thing
Sorry! that i loved you, without your permision;
Sorry! that i looked you, that let me to love you;
Sorry! that i disturd you by telling something wrong;
Sorry! that i gave pain that your not found;
Sorry! that i made you angry, when your studing;
Sorry! that i seen your sweet smile, that i was thinking to capture in mobile;
Sorry! i made you angry on your best frind, thats was the idea came from my stupid brain;
How! fool i am i realis, the boy like me can love in life;
Sorry! sorry! sorry!
poem by Ali Hussain
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Poet Les Murray - Clerihew
The Australian poet Les Murray
When in Surry.
Always recites his ballad
Whilst eating salad.
poem by Khadim Hussain
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Paris the lover - Clerihew
Paris the lover
Was to discover,
The price for Helen was a poison arrow
To his bone marrow.
poem by Khadim Hussain
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Aftab - Alphabet poetry
Aftab bought chatter-box Daisy
Elephant fully grown;
Her instant judgement kind-off loud.
Made news.
Oldham papers, Quebec radio,
Soviet television.
Universal view was
X-rated, yobbish,
zealot.
poem by Khadim Hussain
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Prophets Without Honor
You may be a prophet without honor, in the home of an earthly father,
Mocked by a sister or a brother, also, misunderstood by your mother.
From the family you grew up in, you are now divided by Truth and sin,
For God’s Truth, in which you now abide, puts you on a different side.
Now, you have a Heavenly Father, who, with your life, you now honor,
And brothers and sisters in Christ, who support you, in your New Life.
Regarding old sin, we walk away, regardless what our family may say,
Striving together to do what’s right, hand in hand in our Savior’s Light.
With no honor from our own family, still living, just like we used to be,
Without the indwelling Holy Spirit, they’ll scoff at Truth as they hear it.
And only the Spirit can open the eyes, of those who claim to be wise,
So instead of twisting Truth they hear, they’d be filled with a holy fear.
Friend, a prophet is one whom God, uses while upon this earthly sod,
To share God’s Truth with all men, in a world, that stands condemned.
But, a prophet’s family may not heed, the saving Truth that they need,
As your witness for Christ our Lord, by your family, just goes ignored.
Friend that is why we need to pray, thus backing all the words we say,
So that all of the seeds we sow, will take root in their hearts and grow.
This, so that your natural family, will acknowledge the God of Eternity,
And then join us as a prophet of, Christ our Savior, who reigns above.
(Copyright ©09/2008)
Nasser Hussain is brilliant. I am very impressed with him. With no disrespect to the current players, he has had to work with material which is not of the highest quality.
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Helen of Greece - Clerihew
Helen of Greece
Felt like a trophy on a mantle piece
With lover Paris, set sail
For Troy, her land of fairytale.
poem by Khadim Hussain
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Salat
We go for ablution
Before performing Salat
And stand on a clean place for Salat
Because God is the most holy
Then we express our intention to do it
Since at first God wished to create
Then we raise our hands
To surrender to God
Then we recite Surah Al-Fatiha
The best prayer
And couple of other chapters
From the holy Koran
Since they are full of advices
Then we bow and prostrate
To remember God
Since God remembers those
Who remember Him
Then we pray for prophet Abraham
And prophet Muhammad
Since God becomes happy
If we pray for them
At last we convey Salam
To the angels
Who note down our actions
Since they are also our guardians
We do not change the place
Where we stand
During performing Salat
Unless it is absolutely necessary
Since God does not move
But we bow, prostrate and sit in Salat
Because God’s body can move
Inside His glow
We bow in Salat
To show our respect towards God
We prostrate in Salat
In utmost awe and surprise
Imagining we are touching at first
Right foot of God’s body
With our hands, forehead and nose
Then we do it again
Imagining God’s body
Has moved a little bit
From Right to left
And we are touching
Left foot of God’s body
We do not eat, drink and enjoy sex
During Salat
Since God’s body doesn’t do these things
We do not sleep and drowse
During Salat
Since God’s body doesn’t do these things
We do not tell lies and say worthless things
During Salat
Since God’s body doesn’t do these things
That’s why Salat is the best worship
And the easiest way to please God.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Re: Vacant Manager’s Position
22nd October 2009
The Chairman
Mr. Steve Gibson
Middlesbrough F.C.
Riverside Stadium
Middlesbrough TS3 6RS
Re: Vacant Manager’s Position
Dear Mr. Gibson
I would like to apply for Manager’s position in your club,
I’m not a football celebrity but that should be no reason for a snub.
I’m never been a manager at any level, not even the pub,
I know nothing about football, some pundits and fans
Would argue, I will be in good company and should be the man.
Gorden Strachan may be the favourite for Boro’s hot-seat
But the signing is not complete,
In 2009, the year of belt tightening, to be discreet,
I’ll work for a quarter of Southagte’s wage.
Honest I’m not saying it to rattle your cage!
Wasted money on expansive contracts, I can save
By hiring overseas interrogator
Used by MI5 and C.I.A as translator,
Although some times they us questionable methods
They have proved to be excellent mediator.
I’m used to pain and working under pressure,
I’ve been married twice and have six children
My older children still call me the thresher.
My appointment as manager
Would Win! Win! Win! Win! Win!
For all,
I hope you’ll agree that I’m the best candidate.
‘Or even quite a catch! ’ ha, ha, ha.
Yours Sincerely
Khadim Hussain
poem by Khadim Hussain
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One more rose
One more rose in our family
We all remained awake wearily
It was expected at any time
The child’s cry made clock to tick that time
We all noted arrival from heaven
The prophesy from elders was proven
It is good omen and sign in the family
Everybody must rejoice and accept it happily
Many people die childless with so much to their regret
It is blessing from heaven so not to be taken as bad luck or fate
Not all people may be that much lucky or have it with choice
So early morning cry from child was heard like cuckoo’s voice
“I will be called grandpa” how much joy it generated
Gave enough of joy and occasion was certainly to be celebrated
My feet were taking unusual steps to spread news
Though it was known to family members and to others very few
Family is like garden with all the members as beautiful flowers
Everybody takes you very seriously with respect as followers
So it becomes duty of family head to celebrate arrival as grand occasion
Throw gorgeous party and make it known to all about addition
It is unique as well routine too for all of us
Life is built and enjoyed around with trust
One life is leaving behind for other to enter
The mother earth is heavenly place or center
Life is never ending mission
To stay permanently or leave behind is not our decision
We all know about the temporary refuge here
Leave without any notice take heavenly flight to reach there
I know that it will be moment of little happiness
But it gives moment of joy amidst lots of stress
Everybody forgets pain and sorrow for few seconds
As it is graceful occasion and certainly demands (celebration)
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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