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Ansarali Nadaf Poems
Take Your Freedom
I have wasted attention of my eyes towards you, You are free to serve to others, You are free to earn for rich and riche.
My Sweet Catch
Now I got the place What I can do and What I can proof, see,
Through The Year
Only you be with you in the springtime When the sweet mornings Wake you for the days, Filling the happy in your world.
“Silence is gold”, I use it Often and I can’t live without it.
You are what you thimk Love, purity, peace, wisdom the more you thimk of these things
My God, Thou art my All
My God, Thou art my Guide A wander in a dark and desert ad desert land, A stranger on a tempest-beaten strand, My Father, lead me with a gentle hand;
The Song Which Never Ends
The song which never ends Is the song of love The more you love The more you want to love.
I Felt Your Touch
Whatever our hands touch… We leave fingerprints! On walls, on furniture On doorknobs, dishes, books,
How can we serve those around us? by making our lives inspirational and interacting with tact and wisdom even if there isn`t the chance for actual
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Take Your Freedom
I have wasted attention of my eyes towards you,
You are free to serve to others,
You are free to earn for rich and riche.
You keep thinking of your great freedom,
You built many of lie grinds and lies upto life time,
You and your great freedom being unemployed,
You may ask as a tool fixed in your mind.
You may hang with somebody many times,
You love most precious things but one day end over.
You may claim one day that to live
Not like a tool but as a sensitive.
There is no need to choose freedom
You are free but his freedom is sad ...