WE are the world !

For the new year 2016.....

This valley is ours 
This world is ours 
This sky is ours 
This moment is ours 
This heavenly age is ours 

Beauty of word,
that's we Love of world, 
that's we Worth of world, 
that's we Future of world, 
that's we, We're pure and true souls

We're love of dad
We're love of mom 
We're love of all 
We're glistening stars 
We heal your souls

We smile like flowers
We are free like air 
We're pure like dew 
We're ego less and true
We're children of God 

Would you give a gift?
Leave the world like it 
We may pass the bequest 
So our children, too say 
This world is ours

Sd/-
Roohul Haq

Oh Baba !!

This poem is an afterthought to an incident you occasionally see on weekends at your home.

In the busy lanes of everyday grind
there creeps in some known angels 
from all walks of life,
No measured frequency of their trail,
jailed to their sojourn hopefully every day

On a fine day, 
he stood at my doorway 
‘give me something, Baba! ' 
twice and thrice,he did say

Hearing, instantly I rushed to mom
mummy! he is standing at the door 
give him something,give him. 
Busy in important work, she ignored 
‘Say to go for now and come next time'

‘God bless you, my child! have bliss' 
the old guy uttered and turned back
‘Live long my child, grow big' 
as he stepped away, repeatedly said

Surprisingly, was refused but so much he gave;
no anger, no greed, no envy on his face
For blessings of others, he ever prayed,
though he, himself was least fortunate

Sd/
Roohul Haq