PHOTOGRAPHIC REMINISCENCES

SARDAR MUHAMMAD ASLAM ADVOCATE

“The tide recedes, but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down, but gentle warmth still lingers in the land,
The music stops, and yet it echoes on in sweet refrains...
For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains.”
If tears could build a stairway,
and memories a lane.
we would walk right up to Heaven
and bring you back again.

No farewell words were spoken,

No time to say "Goodbye".
You were gone before we knew it,
and only God knows why.

Our heart still aches with sadness,

and secret tears still flow.
What it meant to love you -
No one can ever know.
Far greater than any glory found in the annals of history.
For one day the child will say:
'He is my father'
And know it is an honor.
 Bracing for war, but praying for peace,
Using his power so evil will cease:
So much a leader and worthy of trust,
Here stands a man who will do what he must.
Isn’t afraid to propose Never backs down when Going forward and
what is bold, he sees what is true, knowing he’s right,
Doesn’t conform to the Tells it all straight, and Even when doubted for
usual mold means it all too. why he would fight,
Yes, to this thought I hold
with firm persistence;
The last result of wisdom
stamps it true:
He only earns his freedom
and existence
Who daily conquers them
anew.

- Goethe
 Easy in manner, yet solid as steel
Strong in his faith, refreshingly real,
Isn’t afraid to propose what is bold,
Doesn’t conform to the usual mold
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Who conquers self, - he is a hero born,
His name may die, forgotten by his peers,
But yet the seed he sowed in care and tears
Shall bear rich harvest through immortal years.
GREAT men have been among us; hands that penned
And tongues that uttered wisdom--
Hath brought forth no such souls as we had then.
 Lives of great men all remind us
        We can make our lives sublime,
    And, departing, leave behind us
        Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's
solemn main,
    A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again
 The firm resolve of a determined soul.
Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great;
All things give way before it soon or late.
What obstacle can stay the mighty force
Each well-born soul must win what it deserves.
Let the fool prate of luck
 I treasure sweet old memories
As time goes swiftly by.
A few bring smiles of happiness
And some tears to the eye.
If only someone had taken time
To tell who, what, where, when,
These faces of my heritage
Would come to life again.