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Writing Oh My Dream, Who Are Your Dear? اے میرے خواب، تیرے اپنے کون ہیں؟ A Bilingual Poem (English & Urdu) Oh my dream, who are your dear? اے میرے خواب، تیرے اپنے کون ہیں؟ Everyone runs toward your light, ہر کوئی تیری روشنی کی طرف دوڑتا ہے، Everyone wants to hold you tight, ہر کوئی تجھے اپنی مٹھی میں قید کرنا چاہتا ہے، Yet when their wishes are fulfilled, مگر جب ان کی خواہشیں پوری ہو جاتی ہیں، They leave you lonely and still. تو وہ تجھے تنہا چھوڑ جاتے ہیں۔ You were their hope in darkest night, تو اندھیری راتوں میں ان کی امید تھا، You were their star, their guiding light. تو ان کا ستارہ اور رہنما تھا۔ They called your name through joy and pain, انہوں نے خوشی اور غم میں تیرا نام لیا، But after success, they changed again. مگر کامیابی کے بعد وہ بدل گئے۔ Oh dream, I hear your silent cry, اے خواب، میں تیری خاموش فریاد سنتا ہوں، Hidden beneath the crowded sky. جو ہجوم بھرے آسمان کے نیچے چھپی ہوئی ہے۔ Yet still you shine, forever bright, پھر بھی تو ہمیشہ روشن رہتا ہے، Leading ...

🕊️ Poem Title: “Ashes and the Loo Wind” Poem I am bearing ashamed, Dreams unclaimed, hopes unnamed. No trophy gleams upon my name, Business broke me, left me tame. Destroyed by hands I once did trust, Now I sit on ashes, covered in dust. The fire is gone, yet smoke remains, Whispering softly of olden pains. What to do, when heart turns blue? The only friend—this burning loo. Its desert wind, both harsh and kind, Blows through ruins, clearing the mind. Perhaps from ash, a seed may rise, Invisible still beneath the skies. For even shame can teach the soul The art of losing to become whole. --- 🌑 Poem Analysis & Philosophical Meaning This poem captures the raw emotion of defeat and humiliation after failure in business — not just financial, but emotional and existential loss. The poet speaks not as a hero, but as a humbled soul sitting “on ashes.” The “ashes” symbolize both destruction and purification. Everything material has burned away — leaving only essence. The “loo...

🌟 Poem Title: Steps of the Senior  Poem: Follow your senior, step by step, In the path they tread, don’t leap or skip. Their shadow may guard your early pace, Their wisdom may guide your life’s first race. Behind their mark, your footprints fall, Their rise and slip, you mirror all. If they walk right, your road is clear, If they stumble, beware, my dear. To stay behind is safe, they say, But dreams may call a different way. For if you wish to lead one day, You must overtake — but fair, not sway. Be bold, yet wise, in what you do, Respect the path, but build your view. For greatness comes with thought and rule, Not by breaking — lest you become fool. --- 🕊️ Philosophical Analysis (English) The poem explores learning, discipline, and growth through the idea of following one’s seniors. Learning from experience: Seniors show the first road, helping us avoid mistakes. Imitation vs. Awareness: Blindly following leads to shared failure. We must follow with awareness. Courag...