SILENCE

Sometimes silence is wisdom—

The care for people’s honour.

Sometimes silence is ignorance—

Avoiding pain from lost valuables.

Sometimes silence is fear,

To avoid bloodshed.

Sometimes silence is discouragement—

The weakness that stops one

From fighting evils.

Sometimes silence is peace—

Needed to work undisturbed

To achieve the desired goal.

So, silence is a language.

Good or bad depends on when we keep it.

PASSION
When we have passion, we don’t stay,
We work hard night and day.
We play our best role
To achieve our desired goal.

We gather courage and let go of fear,
All the difficulties we bravely bear.
Though we are in pain and tired,
We keep moving forward.

We swim across the seas and climb the mountains,
Though it’s unbearably hot, cold, or it heavily rains.
We don’t return back, ahead we go,
Though the strong winds blow.

Though we’re hungry and thirsty,
We move forward patiently.
We move on thorns that come in our way.
We never step back but move forward night and day.

It’s the passion that helps us win our race,
Though many difficulties we face.
So, until passion in us plays its role,
We can’t achieve our desired goal.

I AM THE JUST PEN

I’m the pen only to do justice.

I write anti to tyranny ‘n slavery.

I write to wake up the asleep conscience .

I can be stopped to write the truth

But I can’t be motivated to write the falsity

The ink in me never accepts any bribe .

I know my job in which I have dignity.

I don’t hang the innocent and free the guilty .

I don’t write anti to what I’ve been given power for.

I am a just entity , I am proud of being so

I follow the commandment of my creator

Else than His before no one’s command I bow.

Let my ink dry , let my nib bend or break ,

Until I lose all my power ,

My writing will be only for justice’s sake.

YOUR BEAUTY

Talking less and good

And only when you should

Is your beauty .

Getting up early and praying to the lord

For your goal working hard

Is your beauty.

At others’ good deeds your being glad

And your making smile those who are sad

Is your beauty.

Your keeping clean all the things

And planting trees in your Surroundings

Is your beauty .

Your obeying your parents and teachers

And respecting all other elders

Is your beauty.

Your telling the truth , not a lie

Those who are weak

Your standing by

Is your beauty.

Your reading and writing

Without wasting anytime.

Your acting on my this beautiful poem.

Is your beauty.

Shafkat Aziz Hajam

Yazarlar.Az

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