Amjad Islam Amjad Poems

Craftsmen who chop
words from trees of
hope to build ladders
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Once in a while,
During these sultry nights,
When all voices seem
To have fallen asleep,
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So said the Breezes addressing those departing,
"To search for the long departed is certainly a futile effort,
for who has ever found the traces of the long departed!
you, who wander about the darkness
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My creator is He
who gave flowers fragrance,
trees shade, oceans water,
winds motive power,
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Think it over, my love,
For the journey of decisions
Is never soothed by
The soft shadows of words.
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The sand keeps on sliding,
For it is meant to be, it keeps on sliding
Deserts retreat
with the sound of cities,
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This story of earth,
As old as the universe,
As old as birth
Of day and night
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Half a century on
my home and habitat
reduced to dust by
blind oppression.
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My moon-faced nephew,
eyes which had dreamt
only about you are shut.
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Let's account for life's deficit blight.
Count our griefs, know our pains right.
What plaints blister at the bottom.
Today is the day to unleash them.
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