the refugee

[Mujahid Khan]

my elders youngers friends could how
whenever felt a smaller pain
i didnt tell and they could know
my winter warmed whenever cooled
my water cooled in summer hot
my weather even known me well
but once atonce against my nature
started winter raining though
me started run from raining so
then got escape in westren cloud
and lost atlast in westren crowd
but offten miss a sparking face
and feel myself a missing sort
a sparking face whenever thought
a poem grow in my heart
the night weeps at night flower
mercy upon them my god
my sparking face if want to come
then come across the world to dreams
if distance traveling very hard
and bring atonce the weather green
my sinking heart is singing not
a sparking face whenever thought
a poem grow in my heart
written by ** * ********rehman mujahid