azmat naushad asif Poems

Everything is colorful today.

The black is not evil
Nor white, mourning
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Thursday is the
day to parch my thirst
and it comes once in a week

Don't blame me
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With twists and turns,
My guts have been plucked.
Only the bones are alive,
the strength have been sucked.
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I lie, often.

When my toddler
Draws absurdity
I say 'what a beautiful painting'
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There may be paradise beneath feet of mother
But the gates leading to them is by serving father
A man who toils day and night
Just to see his family smile and shine
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People are mysterious
I dont want to be one
It is not because I can not
It is because I do not
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The vanity creeps upon me
Twirled around addiction
It feeds on
Appreciation,
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Void pulsating in my head
Dark black clouds
Drifting across my mind
Chasing the thoughts
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