WHAT A MISERABLE SLAVE TO HIS TEMPER A MAN IS.
Title sentence of an unknown classic intellect is so true and relevant to persisting attitude and uncalled for egoistic behavior of the one and only who is still trying to remain glued with the saddle of power in Pakistan.
Busharruf is now a burnt out case. His perpetuality can only and only ruin the course. He can no longer do any good for Pakistanis and even for Americans who are still trying to hatch all their eggs in a basket that is now torn apart from its neck to base. Despite stampede run through the battalion of his stalwarts by a sizeable majority of the people of Pakistan (in Elections 08), his continued insistence to stay glued on saddle and cross the swords is a continued insult of all democrtaic morality and principles. Those who say that there is ofcourse no morality in Politics they are as uncivilised and unreasonable as Talibaans. But unfortunately for us, his friends are ever more dangerous than his foes. The clever and sharp mind of the bunch of those faceless men and women around him playing with levers of his power are of course conscious of the dangers at stake.  They all must try to redress the balance that is possible only when the justice in our society is restored to prevail. Sacking Judges and gagging of media, lawyers and other opponents he simply drawn an iron curtain on our society. His actions in despair neither helped to comfort our present nor they helped us to make our future instead they all made us to collide with our future. His claim of turning our economy is far from reality. Honestly speaking our turning economy is like a coiled cobra always ready to turn back and strike on us one side or the other.  Inflation has been made a hedgehog having typical characteristic to every now and than burst out piercing spines on us and immediately roll itself up into a ball of financial statistics and numbers. He can do nothing as a looser. 

Buds have Burst

Hail Lovers hail my friends all hail
Buds have burst now roses are flushed
And drunk with joy are nightingales

Hail lovers hail my friends all hail
Sky is blue now streams are through
Pushed away are those mighty rocks

Again would they freeze
Fragrance of our hopes
and scents of our dreams

Again Shall they reap thy harvest will they sow
Again they forget their faults which now lay
All in reproach, at their beloved’s door

Heaven which they built has slipped from their hands
Beyond gateway of their palace of disgrace
Lost is now hope of their former grace

Hail lovers hail my friends all hail
Dawn breeze is swirled Dusk wind is whirled
And drunk with joy are nightingales