Your birthday was the day we first were us,
And so for me it is a day twice blessed.
I celebrate my having you twice over:
First, that you are you, then that you're mine.
I never felt a love so free and fine,
So much of me that I am but a lover,
So rich and full to crowd out all the rest,
The me I was before I turned to us.

I am so joyful to be part of us,
To be at home with you and not a guest,
To celebrate this day and not another,
To share with you a common boundary line.

Agarchay Eid guzar chuk hai magr, Eid occassion per aik "rubai"

ghairoon mein hay jo shad usay EID mubarak
jis ko naheen hum yaad usay EID mubarak
masoom say armanoon ki masoom si dunya
jo ker gaya barbad usay EID mubarak

Junior high school is a time of yearning
For what's ahead and what is left behind:
Neither child nor adult, but burning
Unrestrained with love and fear combined.
Now that we must leave, we have the pleasure
Of moving one step nearer who we are,
Knowing that we lose the equal treasure,
Bit by bit, of leaving dreams ajar.
How lucky we have been this awkward moment,
Shifting from the shade into the sun,
To have this school as our communal parent,
Guiding us as well as you have done!
More than skills improved or knowledge gained
Are intellects inspired and gifts unchained.

Twenty-eight enjoys a busy morning
Working unabated in her garden.
Each tiny plant is years away from bloom,
Needing now the gift of ample room
To grow before the ground begins to harden.
Yet there is much to savor in this dawning.
Each year the winter whistles its chill warning,
Inviting her to lay aside her burden,
Glimpse unsought of universal doom.
Hard at work, she finds her inner guerdon
To be the shoot that rises from the tomb.

Thank you for your good and gentle care,
Having made your classroom bright with song,
Apparent in my child's frequent smiles,
Nestled in his thoughts of right and wrong.
Kids, like teachers, know when love is there.
You are the connoisseur of many styles,
Opening through days difficult and long
Understandings supple, sweet, and fair.

Your presence is requested at
A moment of transcendence.
The mystery of turning one
Requires your attendance.

You will accomplish something more
Than favor, fun, or duty
By witnessing the passage of
A moment of great beauty.

Wedding Poems