Matloob Bokhari

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Matloob Bokhari Biography

My name is Matloob Bokhari. I served in Pakistan Air Force and retired as Air Commodore. I have done Masters in English Literature, Masters in TEFL and postgraduate from university of Birmingham. I have taught at PAF Academy, Risalpur and King Faisal Air Academy, Riyadh. I retired as ACAS Edu from Pakistan Air Force. In recognition of my services, I was awarded Khitab e Shukar Wa Takdeer by Royal Saudi Air Force and Sitara E Imtiaz Military by Pakistan Air Force. Raised in the haven of beauty and music, I passed my childhood, the days of wondrous curiosity, in a small village, Bhatiot - a mystical land of Shah Fateh Noor Bokhari. In the sweet summer nights, it was my dearest pastime to sit aloof gazing at the moon trailing behind the fleecy clouds. The beauty and mystery of the sky, flushed with brightness, developed in me a pensive mind. During long winter night muffled in mysterious silence, the whistling wind passing through the recesses of window and the symphony of raindrops falling on the roof-top in the quiet night gave new hues to my imagination. In the valley of fauna and flora, I heard the songs of the birds, the whisper of cool breeze, playing with grassy fields and the blissful solitude in hot summer mountains taught me how to hear the unheard sounds of the nature. Dreams, the greatest gift of heaven, provided me the soothing pleasure by taking my soul to the inscrutable lands of beauty and wonder. The ideas descending in the realm of dreams, completely possessing, powerfully urged me to commit them to writing. Most of my poems are the creation of my dreams. Hopefully, my poems will provide food stuff to those who have tasted the flavour of ambrosia. I am a prolific writer and have a number of research papers on education and Human Rights to my credit. Also, I have authored two books, The Luminous Love and Flowers in Flames. My poetry published in national and international journals. My poem Woman was published in the world oldestliterary magazine, The London Magazine. Raised in the haven of beauty and music, I passed my childhood, the days of wondrous curiosity, in a small village, Bhatiot - a mystical land of Shah Fateh Noor Bokhari. In the sweet summer nights, it was my dearest pastime to sit aloof gazing at the moon trailing behind the fleecy clouds. The beauty and mystery of the sky, flushed with brightness, developed in me a pensive mind. During long winter night muffled in mysterious silence, the whistling wind passing through the recesses of window and the symphony of raindrops falling on the roof-top in the quiet night gave new hues to my imagination. In the valley of fauna and flora, I heard the songs of the birds, the whisper of cool breeze, playing with grassy fields and the blissful solitude in hot summer mountains taught me how to hear the unheard sounds of the nature. Dreams, the greatest gift of heaven, provided me the soothing pleasure by taking my soul to the inscrutable lands of beauty and wonder. The ideas descending in the realm of dreams, completely possessing, powerfully urged me to commit them to writing. Most of my poems are the creation of my dreams. Hopefully, my poems will provide food stuff to those who have tasted the flavour of ambrosia.)

The Best Poem Of Matloob Bokhari

Let Us Work Together

LET US WORK TOGETHER
Let us work together to light power of love in hearts
To make world as beautiful as slopes of paradise hills.
Let us work together to make ourselves as truthful
As a child to make our souls clean and hearts pure.
Let us work together to kill the ruthless and faithless
Enemy sitting in our hearts to wear ornament of peace.
Let us work together to work hand in hand with every one
And become a sea while still being a drop of water.
Let us work together to liberate the fellow men
From narrowing minds, impaired souls and evil hearts.
Let us work together against ignorance, illiteracy,
Poverty and be friends of the poor, helper of helpless.
Let us work together to shake off the yoke
That chained our thoughts and imprisoned our ideas.

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