A pretty tale of Pakistan - N.V. Thadani

A pretty tale of Pakistan —
Shadow of a dream of dawn,
Seen by a Poet on the lawn
Of pleasant mount, by pleasant sea!

And he was in half serious mood,
And mused on all that gave him food
For thought — the motley multitude
Of strangest deeds of men that be

In tales of laughter and of tears.
Of love and hate, of hopes and fears,
Of youth and age, and passing years —
In a great people's history.

And this is what he sang or said,
In notes of mingled music made;
And now he paused, and now he played
On chords that echoed cheerily:

A pretty tale of Pakistan —
Gleam of a glory that is gone—
And thus the merry rhyme went on
From pleasant lawn to pleasant lea.

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N.V. Thadani (20th century) Pakistan
Source: A pretty tale of Pakistan, N.V. Thadani, Bharat Publishing House, 1946
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