Coming Home..... Abul Asad

For some twenty full moons was I gone
Over many a fierce seas I sailed with calm
Facing many a black storm’s, angry, evil glares
Returning it with a stare, made hard over time
With a face worn rough over hard battles fought
 

Defending my ship, my turf, my weak twig
In the face of a mighty storm’s lashing anger
Winning some battles with scars rough and deep
I finally see my land far over the seas bulge
Happy thy name is prayer answered
 
When I walk in through my door and  
I Smell the floating whisps of my home's sweet aroma
Filling my nostrils like the waves of fine music
And i feel the soft warmth of her deep hug and kisses
wrapped arms so tight and so loving

I hear the stray dogs barking in the lane
I hear the parrot call my name with a taunt
I know I am finally home….. to live another day
To face another storm, To take another blast of wind..
To live another night......Abul Asad

Thank you so much Ricky,

I was afraid nobody liked it, that is until i got your appreciative reply.
Thank you so much.

Abul Asad

Nysha ji,

Thank you soo much,

Coming from you truly means something, normally whenever i post an english poem people seldom comment, but when i get comment from such biggie's, everything seems wonderful now.

Appreciatingly Your's
Abul Asad

Mazhur Sahab,

Thank you, Yes it is about a pardesi returning home, it is also about the tough battles of one's life that a man faces and what makes a man a "man". His longings, his simple pleasures of life
and his near fatal experiences of life, that are relatable to one's daily struggle for survival.

Abul Asad

Mazhur sahab,

I hadn't tought of it quite like that, but you do hit the nail on the head. Very true. Thank you again for taking the time to read it. It's nice to know someone actually gets some of the stuff I feel and write.

Appreciatingly your's
Abul Asad

Zor-e Qalam hote hain buland haunslaon se
Aap jaise qadardanon ki daad aur sarhane se

Kuch zauq-e sukhan hai hamari fitrat me
Baqi sab hai aaplogon ki nazron se.

Kabhi hota hai asr bazm ki ara-iyon se
Kuch meri arzo-e chasm ki yaadon se.

Izzat afzai ka shukriya

Dua Goo
Abul Asad

Wow! you have an inborn poet in you!
Yes, there is thorn to every rose!!

keep the fragrance of your poetic thoughts spreading!!:)

Maz