House For Rent
Poet: Irfan Ali By: Irfan Ali, RawalpindiIt was Sunday while relaxing on my bed
 I heard a sudden beep of my phones bell!
 
 I was annoyed and alarmed as well!
 I decided to let the call to hell.
 
 Oh it’s my friend calling
 I greeted him smiling!
 
 He spoke in a slow tone
 Hello my friend come soon!
 
 I was alarmed what had happened
 Perhaps someone died or he was suspend
 
 My dear friend I had to change my home
 If I persist I would be thrown
 
 A notice from the owner has arrived
 He is standing now out side
 
 He had called me so many time
 Whenever going to front line
 
 I promised him for my help
 A hard task! Speaking to myself
 
 I dressed up and went out
 I am here my friend! Let’s work out
 
 Everything was scattered around
 As if it were a play ground
 
 There was dust over his face
 My friend was feeling disgrace
 
 We started moving here and there
 Shifting his belonging with care
 
 His wife was also doing the same
 She was hiding her face with shame
 
 Her hands were black as coal
 With dust and dirty oil
 
 We loaded the carriage at last
 And jumped up very fast
 
 The carriage presented a sad look
 We were trying to hide our outlook
 
 People were moving, paying no heed
 I think they had seen such a many scene
 
 Tear in his eyes, my friend thanked me
 It was midnight when I was free
 
 With crushed heart and heavy steps
 I returned home confused and depressed
 
 O lord! provide us our needs
 Don’t waist us we are weak
 
 Give your people a shelter, a living place
 Where they can live in respect and grace 
 
  
کس بات کی آخر جلدی ہے کس بات کا پھر یہ رونا ہے
دنیا کے مصائب جھیلنے کو مالک نے بنایا ہے جیون
آرام بھلا پھر کاہے کا پھر کاہے یہ سونا ہے
بے مقصد جینا کہتے ہیں حیوان کے جیسا جینے کو
انساں کے لیے تو یہ جیون یارو پر خار بچھونا ہے
دشوار سہی رستہ لیکن چلنا ہے ہمیں منزل کی طرف
منزل کی طلب میں عاکفؔ جی کچھ پانا ہے کچھ کھونا ہے








 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
 