تہذیب حافی

I once waited for a life without pain,

A calm beyond the storm, the strain.

But every year brought trials anew,

And dreams of ease never came true.

Now I see life’s beauty resides,

Not in its calm, but how we rise.

Each struggle shapes, each loss refines,

In the chaos, our strength aligns.

"مجھ کو ہر حال میں خوش رہنے کی عادت ہے 'حافی'

مجھ پہ دشوار ہیں غم، لیکن غمِ جاناں نہی"