akram saqib Poems

O love don’t be so proud
Come down from the cloud
Waiting you with open arms
Missing your warm palms
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You are
You are like breeze
In the scorching heat
Whose gracious presence
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The distances brings
The hearts closer
Strange memories
Make us weep
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My heart bleeds
But face smiles
The tears tore eyes
But for a while
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Victim of torture
At length are exploited
By the masters benighted
In each and every field
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The pretty models learn their gait
And take steps like a cat
The dancers learn how to spin
Turn and twist their waist
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The glittering eyes of my children
The waiting arms of my wife
The happy strides of my son
The innocent twigs of my life
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POET

Poet and moon are very near
Only have momentary glow
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Always click on rightcommand
Fulfill my only demand

Never show me cold shoulder
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the moment when
you saw me in dejection
and asked me, why
are you so sad?
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