The loss of a spiritual comrade leaves us in a terrible state which consumes our heart and shreds our nerves in pain
To a Disheartened Rose
You are a Rose
Burning day and night
All through summer and winter
There is no end to your merciless plight.
I am a Nightingale
Who at morn and evening
Without doing anything
As if from life’s toil
I am sent on bail!
Khwaab ke janaab..
Sabr hamaare paas bilkul hai,
Lekin mere khwaab
Ke janaab
Socha bhi hai aap ne kabhi
Yeh intizaar kitna mushkil hai?
I have heard much about Your Mercy
The poet pleads to His Lord knowing well that even if he fails non-stop, the Most Merciful will never withhold His grace upon the sinners
Once Gone
In this poem by Mujeeb Jaihoon, a heart aches for a lost love, seeking solace and a promise of a brighter dawn.