All alone clad with emotion I was going to look for my destination bright
Sometimes in broad day light full of hope, often in the darkness of night
When the path was easy I was therefore not worried about my destination
When the destination was easy I was not worried about the commotion
All obstacles became easy when exposure to difficulties by me was made
The burden of loneliness during my journey was straight and called to fade
Step by step, strolling here and there without noticing I went far away
No voice was heard, not a single soul with awe was found in my way
I vigorously fought with the undesirable pain and brunt of loneliness
Then afterwards I met a fellow traveler known for his true friendliness
Our objectives were perhaps the same path, bared with obstacles in life
Dwindling in life, hard hit by poverty perpetually struggling against our plight
Swabir was the name of my fellow traveler who also pressed by uncountable difficulties
But disdaining misfortune in the same path we tread, making knowledge our properties
We shared however, our commonalities and knowledge together, the odd of life we defy
Surmounting and crossing hurdles and miseries we forged a bond strong enough to rely
Failure, finally stooped before success, definitely where there is a will there is a way
Another friend we met called’ motivation’ during our journey keeping us under its sway
And without motivation for sure our self-realization would take longer time to achieve
But alas: the death of Swabir, a staunch fighter of Urdu language left his legacies to conceive
Cassam Tupsy
