He casts Light to eliminate darkness;
Which surrounds the skills of his flower
He has keen desire to see the fluttering flowers;
Which have been withered by the ignorance of un-taught
His pedagogy is like
A lullaby for a toddling child
He teaches how to awake;
Your corroded skills in draught.
He arises amidst the daft,
Promotes ‘exchanging’ rather than ‘transferring’
He is devoted to inspire,
Indeed, his passion is much higher.
He is much more for me:
Just like water for fish
His words hold me strong;
(whenever) I’m defeated for a long.
He brightens my blind alley
Just as light conquers the night
He helps me; Walking through trackless paths
Asks me not to afraid rather drudge
A need not t thanks him in words;
He knows what I have for him
May he get what he logs for,
Stars be in his hands.
-Muhammad Abrar
Dedicated to: Sir Waqas
16-05-2019
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