کسی بھی شام کو اڑتے پرندوں سے کوئی پوچھے
کہ کیسا لطف دیتا ہے پلٹ کے اپنے گھر جانا
( شاعر نامعلوم )
Translation
One evening one may ask the flying birds
how much joy does it bring to return to home
( Anonymous )
August 24, 2008
August 24, 2008
کسی بھی شام کو اڑتے پرندوں سے کوئی پوچھے
کہ کیسا لطف دیتا ہے پلٹ کے اپنے گھر جانا
( شاعر نامعلوم )
Translation
One evening one may ask the flying birds
how much joy does it bring to return to home
( Anonymous )
Mera Jahaan... 
August 24, 2008 at 9:55 pm
this is my fav shair…. i dont remember the poet either.. may be its farhat abaas shah
August 24, 2008 at 10:26 pm
Noor…I read it in a magazine long time back ( may be mid 80s) and it got stuck to my mind. I think it is from old poetry. 🙂
August 24, 2008 at 11:05 pm
wah! wah!
sounds like Zehra Nigha or Parveen Shakir to me.
August 25, 2008 at 12:18 am
LOLZ yea but u see he also talks abt shaam and urtey purendey and wapsi…
August 26, 2008 at 1:10 am
How true.
There’s no place like home. Will never be.
August 26, 2008 at 7:57 am
[…] away from home … you gather there’s nothing that can equate the feeling of being in your own carefree […]
August 28, 2008 at 7:57 pm
Home Sweet Home 🙂
August 29, 2008 at 9:19 pm
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yes but this makes those people sad who never get the chance to live in a HOME……………………………
August 30, 2008 at 12:37 pm
There is, and never shall be any place as Home ..
August 31, 2008 at 5:05 pm
Home, sweet home.. I’d say very much joy, to be flying bird and return to home.. 🙂
Ramadan Kareem..
August 31, 2008 at 8:33 pm
Ammar, Noor…now I remember…this is a shair by a poet who lived away from Pakistan for a long time..as far as I remember in the middle eastern desert.
and Asma, Z, Maryam, Shahrzad…true…and..as goes by Irish saying ‘ home is where heart is’ 🙂
September 2, 2008 at 1:35 am
i feel the same way in the bus ride back home….
October 7, 2008 at 3:23 am
Don’t mind me. Googled my way here.
Oddly enough, I remembered asking that question to the birds as a child.