A poet, pen in hand, sits at the shore,

Unknown ocean, vast and wild.

Words of happiness and light, he pours,

A beacon in the darkness,


His beloved, distant, far away,

Beyond the black forest, the hundred seas.

A hope, a dream, a guiding ray,

Though impossible, his heart still flees.


The ocean's roar, a mournful sound,

Echoes his longing, deep and true.

Yet, in the words he's found,

A light that shines, a hope anew.



-Rashid Ali Ghazipuri