Afzal Shauq Poems

With my hands
Well creased
by time
makes my pen speak...
...

I remember....
yesterday
heads were attached
...

Each play
reaches an end...

God...
...

What to do?
guide me the almighty Lord!

whenever,
...

This body...dead
short your stay
soldier...
...

An angel mentioned...

“ Look... the human beings
trying to look as I do.”
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The blood of your brother
now stains your hands red!
Conscious sleeping...?
deadly human being...!
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The dream...

I saved myself
driven by fear
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I believe
the Lines of fate
vary from hand to hand
each a different destiny
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Tell me....
is this the face...

Long ago
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