Abdul Sattar

Rookie (13 May 1977 / Swabi)

Abdul Sattar Poems

1. It Doesn’t Matter 9/20/2005
2. I Do Not Remember 9/22/2005
3. The Moon 9/24/2005
4. Thousands Years Will Pass Hundreds Eyes Will See 9/18/2005
5. There Were Colours 9/18/2005
6. Return Me My Teen Age 1/23/2005
7. A Rose Fell Down 12/23/2005
8. The Moon Is So Pale Today 12/23/2005
9. A Stranger Passed By 12/25/2005
10. Word Never Dies 12/25/2005
11. A Cup Of Tea 12/26/2005
12. Someone Calls Me 12/26/2005
13. Things Are Imaginary 12/26/2005
14. The Soul Never Rests 12/29/2005
15. As I Love The Rose 4/6/2006
16. A Hurtful Dream 7/8/2006
17. Just In Time 7/8/2006
18. Another Wave Of Grief (From A Story In The News About A Lebanese) 8/8/2006
19. Pain 10/14/2006
20. How Soft Was My Bed 1/25/2005
21. I Search The Light 1/21/2005
22. The Spirit 1/14/2005
23. Madness 1/31/2005
24. Let Me Think 1/25/2005
25. To The Friend 1/29/2005
26. O, Night O Calm Night 1/25/2005
27. Where Every Thing Is Bright 1/17/2005
28. My Brother 12/29/2005
29. O Good Solitude 1/8/2006
30. The Morning Dew 1/13/2006
31. Oh, Justice If I Could Find You? 3/9/2006
32. The Delicate Moment 2/1/2005
33. Upon Your Departure 1/17/2005
34. The Son Of Mountains 9/18/2005
35. Love Is Sacrifice In The East 9/18/2005
36. The Stolen Happiness 9/18/2005
37. Confidence 12/3/2006
38. In This Dark Night 12/3/2006
39. Unveiled Beauty 12/3/2006
40. Dividing The World 3/17/2007
Best Poem of Abdul Sattar

Frustration

When the soft mild eyes sore
The moment is pleasant no more
The heart strings does not play
The song of beauty is no more heard
The mood is feeling dejection
Headache begins to violate
The laws of peace and brain
The nerves feel sever pain
All is well but not well again
Thoughts are captured by dismay
Nights comes in the bright day
Day suffers with the night's gloom
And happiness vanishes from the screen
Then hold your pen and write
The story of your sorrows and fatigue
Converge your words on a paper
Like roses on a bunch hanging down
Feel ...

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It Doesn’t Matter

It doesn’t matter
It is autumn or spring
It is day or night
It is winter or summer
It is cold or hot
All the time it prevails
The fragrance of thy recollection
That gives the heavenly feel
So often I imagine

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