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PAKISTAN AIR FORCE
Up there high, it's so unsafe,
A little carelessness would let you down,
Again you'd not be able to reach those heights,
As perhaps you'd lie dead below on ground.
The small world of man, machine and space,
They play in the sky polishing their fighting skills,
Earth and sky rotating around the cockpit,
Nothing else matter in the world except those kills.
Scampering for their lives birds criss-cross their way,
Villages, roads, canals slip back their feet,
During a dogfight in ones career couple of times,
Fighter pilots miss other aircraft by a few feet.
Life not without its thrills and chills,
An occasional red light for low fuel in cockpit,
The pleasant moments outweigh unpleasant hiccups,
Flying alone over countryside in moonlit.
Think! How tough that job is,
To make yourself at a best up there,
Think! How bold those people are,
Who fly there high with their death so near
PAFjunoonii...BISMA
"PAKISTAN AIR FORCE" was published in Young World on 6th Sep 1999
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PASSION
I wonder what passion is,
Is it liking or just craziness,
Mostly it results in best,
Sometimes make everything mess.
The desire, the ambition,
Whatever you say it,
The thing I'm sure about,
It makes you fit.
Three types of passionate,
The categories that I opine,
Same the passion for everyone,
Thoughts differ what passion mean.
One goes in the category first,
Does hard work if endeavor,
The definite for whom is passion,
The thing for which society not interfere.
Second comes category silly,
No achievements they do sow,
For persons who desire a thing greatly,
Out of their means they do know,
Last comes tragedy but not least,
For sincere and enthusiastic,
The right that society doesn't give,
The determined falls at risk.
PAFjunoonii...BISMA
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