Abdul Sattar Poems

Injustice prevails
With hidden lies
The justice is down to earth
Each morning a new trial
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Cut me off the gloom
And I will feel the boom

Let me play with joy
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I am the poet of harmony
I speak the language of love
The words I produce
The themes I consider
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Sometimes it is good sometimes it is bad
Sometimes it is charming, sometimes it is dreadful
Sometimes it is global sometimes it is parted
Sometimes it is hot sometimes it is cold
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When it comes to ears
What happens
It sounds like something strange
Like something is wrong
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So miserable at this stage
Feeling thorn like something
Hidden in the thoughts
Suppose it is your touch
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This enormous flood of grief
This insatiable hunger for sympathy
This demand that surrender
These heavy draperies of grief
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Red, soft, shining and delicate rose
Brown, hard, dead and hard thorn
Live side by side with love and joy
Take the blossom of life and go along
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The sun is eating up bloods
The hot flaming wind is taming
From the hut it sounds so sweet
Calm down O Sun Calm Down
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We pray for you
To play and cry
As always as sun shines
We pray for you
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