Poems by Muhammad Shanazar

Poems by Muhammad Shanazar



Praise To God

Infinite in wisdom, will and power,
His skill speaks, in stone and flower,
In moving winds, in floating clouds
That bring the rains, drops of shower.

The Maker of night, the Creator of light,
The source of both, pleasure and plight,
The Supreme Mind, the Ruling Hand
That always remains, behind the sight.

Kind and Beneficent, to short and tall
And sustains well, the great and small,
To whom are equal, the rich and poor,
He keenly observes, the rise and fall.

We search for Him, in founts and wells,
In rivers and oceans, in dens and dells,
The eyes are blind, to find the mystery
For God is Love, in hearts He dwells.




Heart And Essence

Magnificent among all creatures,
Unique in matchless character,
Humbleness clad in human form,
Admired, praised by God Himself,
Mild, meek, lenient to the grieved,
Messenger of love, faith and peace,
Advocate of only righteousness,
Dawn, the sunrise of the dark ages,
Reverend in the divine regime,
Award, the prize of unshaken belief,
Saviour of humanity, sign of sublimation,
Unshaken to threats or temptations,
Laudable being in all aspects,
Unparallel, unprecedented, integral one,
Luminosity of knowledge and wisdom,
Lofty beyond all understandings,
Absolute grace, elegance and purity,
Heart and essence of the total endeavour:
Muhammad Rasulullah (PBUH).





The Suspended Mountain

He who makes understands the scheme well
The working riddles and amazing mysteries,
But the observers become stunned, tongue-tied,
On finding all rules of wisdom suspended.

Wanderlust led me to the ground of wonder
Where placed I was a slight afar,
Out of the simple scattered houses
Built on the uneven hard land of pebbles.
A huge mountain suspended in the air
Above those silent serene dwellings
Perplexed me and my sense of logic.

The bulky phenomenon stood above
Un-propped or without supporting pillars
In the space not more than miles two;
Seemed all shining, dignified dark grey
Composed of a single rising rock.
The ceiling plain, the front glimmering rough
Glistened, reflected dim light to the west;
With no vegetation, trees and swaying tufts.
Elegant peaks rose higher than the Himalayan’s,
Invincible, too precipitous to be climbed.

Strolled I and roved about the town
Fearing lest the lurking object should fall.
On the way I found a few men in the street,
Declined I the offer unknowingly of the two,
Then turned aside and found an old sage,
Mild, gentle with bearings of a saint,
Distributing the passes to each passer-by,
Bestowed he me one on which, “Muhammad”,
The most sacred name was inscribed.




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.A),
Nor did He place me amid
Those who favour them.




The Seventy Two

The secret hands removed the lids:
Curtains between the vision and the eyes
And made a show of eternal reality.

The rectangular cloud-like substance
Extended from the East to the North,
Stretched in the sky in thousands of acres,
Incredibly white, and glaring bright,
The most appealing to the parched hearts,
Cast celestial delight, pleasing to recall.
Though thousands of miles was far away
Yet beheld I the spectacle vividly,
The phenomenon hidden to the eyes carnal.

I saw the Seventy Two clad
In the bright gaily dresses, radiant costumes,
Riding on the white swift flying horses,
In cheerfulness unknown to the temporal world,
In the glaring brilliance they seemed merged
Like a reflection in the huge mirror,
Or as the enchanting fishes with coloured fins
Swim into the most transparent still waters.

A saint standing with white long beard,
Whispered, “They are no doubt the Seventy Two,
Who stepped beyond, in the love of God,
By quenching thirst of the Sandy Land,
With the reserved blood of the innocent,
To prove faith in Him at the hours,
When conceived satanic devices came out,
To desecrate, confound the fair scheme
And in reward He endeared wrapping them all,
In brilliance of His own where woeful
Pangs would never trouble Them again.”




Faith

A sword
That cuts the path,
Leading ahead;
Draws a line
Making difference between
Just and unlawful;
Removes fears,
Eliminates hesitations,
Crumbling confusions;
Shreds the curtains,
Hanging between,
The seeker,
And the destiny.




The Fuelling Arms


Nothing except wonder you behold
Sitting among the modifiers of fate;
Radiating warmth, light of faith
Transmitting through thin thread
Heart to heart with ethereal links.

They throw you high into the sky
Like a fettle falcon ready to fly.
Flight takes you to the world strange,
On the landing spots, you often find,
The same sacred hands anxious to receive,
The fuelling arms open wide
Ready to embrace, infuse the power
For further journey to the higher skies.




A Tribute
(An Acrostic Tribute To Quaid-e-Azam Muhammad Ali Jinnah)


Quintessence of radiance in the days of utter dark,
Unparallel among the guides, fairly upto the mark,
An advocate with plenteous, bounteous sincerity,
Invincible, feared neither wolf’s howl nor dog’s bark.

Decent in manners, humble and modest in being,
Efficacious in thinking, alert and vigilant in seeing,
Adhesive to the mission, incarnated embodied truth,
Zeal and zest packed rider on the steed galloping.

An aspiring figure, to the secured harbour he rowed
Majestically steering the lobbing ship, never bowed,
Malicious he was to none but clang to the just cause,
Undaunted he was and accomplished what he vowed.

Harmonious and integral he was in saying and deed,
Adroit and perfect guide he was in faith and creed,
Manly, steadfast, sagacious he was in his dealings,
Meticulous model he was on the hazy road to lead.

Adept he was who outwitted rivals with great skills,
Dignified who led safely through mounds and hills,
Admonished he the nation about the hidden traps,
Laudable whom pay homage, respect rivers and rills.

Incorruptible, whom from the hearts we all adore,
Jeopardizing his comforts, he brought us all ashore,
Indulgent, who never beguiled the trusting people,
Nullified he the opponents who succeeded no more.

Navigated, ransacked he the seas at an early age,
Apostle of faith, truth who broke the confining cage,
Humane, humble he was yet he won the homeland,
Muhammad Ali Jinnah written on history’s each page.






O! The Sacred Land


O! The Sacred Land,
May ever fall, flow melodious cascades,
Flourish your deep valleys, green glades,
And may time erase the streak of divisions
Of caste, of creed, of sects and grades.

O! The Sacred Land,
May upon your face flowers ever bloom,
Till the world goes on, till the day of doom,
And may He secure, protect your treasures,
Cast away winds of pain, clouds of gloom.

O! The Sacred Land,
May sweet sun ever shine upon your land,
The rains ever pour upon your thirsty sand,
May your children live the life full of bliss
While going ahead supporting hand in hand.

O! The Sacred Land,
May you ever progress by leaps and bounds,
And ever vibrate with the melodious sounds
Your valleys, your plains and forests green,
Your lofty mountains, your hills and mounds.

O! The Sacred Land,
May God thrive your village, city and town,
And He wrap them all with heavenly gown,
Of love and faith, of peace and patience,
And rule the world wearing the golden crown.