Bismillah (From "Blooming Buds Book I", by Saleem Saim)

'B' for Bismillah,

We should always say,

Before we do good things,

Eat, read or play.

Deserve the Grave (From "Feelings", by Saleem Saim)

Oh God! Oh God! I was so brave

Then why should I fear the grave

You know I loved You all my life

I sailed through world with sins rife

I want to see my dear Lord

I have obeyed and loved my God

When my dear-ones walk away sad

I hear the grave say ‘tis my lad

You’re my darling, true you know

I loved you most among who go

I want to see my dear Lord

I have obeyed and loved my God

The grave assured me for my wit

For you I ain’t a dreary pit

She opened into Paradise

Made me sleep last likewise

I want to see my dear Lord

I have obeyed and loved my God

Hard Luck Hubbard (From "Feelings", by Saleem Saim

A man called Rough Hubbard

Bought him a tough cupboard

To see his porcelain was not broke

He locked the cupboard so no boy could poke

Happy on his china in safety more

He stood the cupboard a little near door

When things were set, his heart got rest

His round eyes shone as he shook his crest

“Now none can finger”, he uttered, “tut, tut”!

Most loud thud! He slammed the door shut

The door thus flew as fiercely as it could

Into the cupboard that shook so good

Thousand small crocks in a careless stroke

Chink, chink, chink, chink all china broke

Hubbard was so, so sad a lad

Bad was not he, his luck was bad

My Birth Day

Birth Day after Birth Day, life runs its race

Thank God for having leased more grace

Yes, pegged to my age is one more year

Remorse not for days flown out of gear

Life was well invested, not merely spent

What gained and what not, is not meant

Lived life the way destined, God saved me

For serving Him, another good deed to be

Nothing better, serving human is serving Him

Use gifted time wisely, pamper not your whim

An Invitation

All agog with expectation,

Had sent her an invitation

Hoping surely she’d come,

Hug me like a dearest chum,

Give my soul a permanent relief,

Rid of worldly loathsome belief,

But like an ever stern donna

Who brutally crushes what I wanna

Turn’d down mocking the invitation, for

She couldn’t come at the hour premature,

Left the hapless and lonely soul

On weary shoulders to bear the whole

Spurn’d weight of the distressed life,

Death as a discordant, imaginary wife.

Romance

Life lacking romance

Is gossip lacking piquancy

Love is a conscious trance

Love is soul’s tendency

Love needs sacrifice of self

Love looks for love in turn

Love is not sold on shelf

True friendship has it earn

Life is sheer meaningless

Lacking love for God

Let your love be selfless

Give fellows a loving nod

Romance

Life lacking romance

Is gossip lacking piquancy

Love is a conscious trance

Love is soul’s tendency

Love needs sacrifice of self

Love looks for love in turn

Love is not sold on shelf

True friendship has it earn

Life is sheer meaningless

Lacking love for God

Let your love be selfless

Give fellows a loving nod