May Allah grant peace to the poor

May Allah grant peace to the poor

The drawback of the newspapers and the media is that what most governments do not disclose is most commonly seen on social media, for example in Italy, 60 doctors and so many nurses became coroners in care wards. The reason is that whether Pakistan or Spain, along with the virus sufferers, the nurses, especially those with regular uniforms and protection, are themselves infected. Recently, two nurses in London who were mothers of three children became infected because the virus was not fully organized. Apart from the para-medical staff in Pakistan, all the scrubs that are busy day and night are also not given specific uniforms. The BBC interviewed a nurse saying she was crying, "I've seen other friends die, I have resigned." According to the government in Pakistan, 9 million people are roaming without any registration. Given this flood, the Prime Minister fears that the number could increase. These are stories of physical death, but those who used to run a spine or rickshaw or put a chair under a tree on the road, made people's hair and beards, or who used to tie roadside shoes like me, Pathans and Afghans who polished shoes and Used to sell beans, Rickshaws, taxi drivers, whitewasters, roadside machines, photocopiers, telephone sim vendors or small cars parked on the street rushing to pick up orders' How did all this house bread? have been? Let me tell you why government patwari, representatives of local governments, employees of agriculture, irrigation department, imams of every local mosque are not visible? They all know the people in their area indoors, that are going to sleep for seventy thousand uniformed volunteers, divide it into homes where there is no other way to wear. You don't want to hear my bitter words, fairy tales don't tell me, Reverse the bowl of my own memoir that there are no longer TV programs. I remember we were going to India poets, a young man came with Abbas Tabash, Sahama Soma Saha, quickly filled up the visa form and Abbas's voice was rising again, man. He is a very good poet. I smiled and gave the testimony of Abbas. That is 13 years ago today. The young and handsome poet who later became a younger brother like me, listened to his poetry sometimes in Chandigarh, sometimes in Shimla and sometimes in Amritsar, with Kanwal Jeet and Amarpal Bhai all night. All the poets in this caravan were ghazi of conversation. Phrases on phrases and poetry on the phrase, the journey was cutting. He was an intelligent poet, Shakeel Josef, who is a great officer for the world, but I would like to meet the creator of humidity. By the way, Abbas Tabash is the teacher of many youths besides many women, so the responsibility for the weight in the lyrics is his head. However, in the lyrics, Shakeel has given himself a hint that he is familiar with classics and knows the skill of using words and techniques in a sophisticated way. For example, when he says that the green letter is sprinkled with it, your eyes will heal the patients. Reading this poem reminds me of the use of the dominant and literary green letter. Shakeel's lyrics, I remember Aga Shahid Ali, a poet speaking in English in America. Only two collections of his English lyrics were published and his lyrics were gaining popularity that he passed away in 2002 due to a tumor in his brain. ۔ So the Literary Society there conducted a lyrics session in English. The lyrics were heard repeatedly in Urdu by me. That is to say, there were many signs for the learners until the time of Almighty and Feast. So sadly, weighed the chains in your feet. Just ruined my life in this one stubborn way. After killing, Bazar became his daughters who were to be respected in the world. So it signals again. I've been somewhere else. Write the same impression warmly. I was no longer bored with your imagination. In this way words of praise, greetings and blessings are also carved. If there is nothing else in this solitary confinement, read these poems. 
Shakeel is a professor at the University of Khairpur, Adal Soomro, like Shoaib. A very old-fashioned poem called 'I Sell My Time'. Wonderful addressing, when he says poetry does not make the poor, the sanctity of words and the sanctity of creation is essential. Dr. Soomro was born in Sindh, but as being mentally progressive, the poem states that not every tomb is honorable. He did not vote when he wrote the poem and said of Thar Tarkar is a metaphor for pain. Manchar Lake is the largest lake in Asia, but due to our ignorance, the water has been poisoned. With outbreaks like Corona, he fears the city is becoming more like a cemetery. He remembers with love. There is light beyond the books. Like Corona, Anjum Altaf misses Faizah and spreads his English accent. At least 20 creators have translated Faizah from Victor Cairn.

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