Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?

~Shel Silverstein

Yaad

dasht-e-tanhaii mein ai jaan-e-jahaaN larzaaN hain
teri aawaaz ke saaye, tere hontoN ke saraab
dasht-e-tanhaii mein doori ke khas-o-khaak kitne
khil rahe hain tere pehloo ke saman aur gulaab

uth rahi hai kahin qurbat se teri saans ki aanch
apni khushboo se sulagti madham madham
door ufqaar chamakti hui qatraa qatraa
khil rahi hai teri dildaar nazar ki shabnam

kis qadar pyaar se ai jaan-e-jahaan rakha hai
dil ke rukhsaar pe is waqt teri yaad ne haath
yun gumaaN hota hai garche abhi subh-e-firaaq
dhal gaya hijr ka din, aa bhi gayi wasl ki raat

~Faiz Ahmed Faiz