Reflections of Mihrab Gul Afghan-09

Love is not by nature ignoble like lust; You can’t expect flight of a fly from falcon’s wings.

The way of the garden can be changed thus: The nightingales should grow sick of their nests like a cage.

Those waiting for the bugle-call are not ready for the journey,

The pupil in schools looks alive; nay, he is dead; He had borrowed his breath from the Franks.

If you wish to nourish your heart You need only the stray look of a man of faith.