Could it be a dusty, vacant lot of land?
Quatrains: In the Arms of Beloved
by Kazi Aftab
Wasn't easy to materialize dreams near so perfect
Destiny drowned reality, who's fault is it?
Aftab searches love images in the tavern to start afresh
If world lacks logic and reason, who's fault is it?
Heart bleeds, soul is confused O Benazir
Beloved charismatic leader of Pakistan O Benazir
Like your great father you followed martyrdom
Many sad New Years for us Aftab without Benazir.
Ahead Ashiqs path deadly dangers await
Right water left water and love-longing; challenges wait!
Destined decisions, fate is assigned to implement
Aftab can't comprehend Beloved's mystical mysteries.
(Ashiqs = those in love of the love at advanced stages)
All of my professors one by one continue to depart
Who gracefully shared knowledge, insights so smart
Aftab, share poems with your students over cups of wine
Who may remember their professor, lying in the dust lot.