Autophony

انسے کوئ گلہ نہیں جو خطا کر کے پچھتائ پر انسے تو سرف شکوا ہےجو نیکی کر کے یترائ

اے مھبوب یہ کیسا انساف تمہارا ذرا سی گستاخی کی سزا اس وفہ زندگی کو ملی

آپکی ذرا سی احسان فراموشی زندگی کے ترازو پر میرے تمام وفہ سے بھاری پڈ گئی

لطف آتا ہے آپکے ہر ایک بات سے ابر بہار برستے ہےں خوف لگتا ہے آپکی خاموشی سے ابر یورش پنپتے ہےں

Don't ask me how I am doing. Do you really want to know how I'm coping with my hernia, asthma, astigmatism and piles? Do you really want to know how I cope everyday - everyday - with a genetically constipated boss and colleagues as warm as snakes? Do you really want to know how I deal with daily disappointments of failure, that I'm just another stattisitc, an also-ran, not done in life as well as you? Do you really want to know how I fret and fume watching politicians, businessmen, athletes, work up sleaze and scandal to fill screen after television screen, while I wallow in obscurity? Do you really want to know?

Many hues of green, grey shade, bit of brown - perfect background for red blooms.

Orange-pink-red silk cotton flowers make the word blossom, meaningful.