Abdul Sattar Poems

Things are imaginary
Words are living
What a mystery I disclose?
That sound has power
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In the veins down to heart
With sleepless eyes stare
The spirit can touch its warmth
Heart never go beyond that wall
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The rich man wants a fire
A fire so hot and threatening
So everyone withdraw from anything
And the rich man gain everything
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Summer passed my pen is stopped
More sleep and fatigue
No thinking at all
No flow in the head or veins
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All made me busy
That came in my way
shopping, laughing friends
I did not noticed
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Don't ask about the love
As I loved you before
I thought you are with me
Then my life is glorious
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My heart is torn out, blood spills from it
The sparrows of grief had made nests in it
My eyes tears with blood because
I have wept for you all the night
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The truth is straight forward
Line by line and well versed
Clear and clean
Not demanding high ranks
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When I pass that stream
Some reflection in my mind
Grasps me and my nerves
A dead body flown away
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Return me my teen age
Return me my youth
So that I can be loved
So that I can touch
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