Butt Yasir Poems

My God has given me the power
To present the nature as I see it
I know my rank is much lower
Than His knowledge and wit
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What am I?
Who am I?
In the end I will die.
On the throne
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The music was loud and glasses filled with wine;
A party was going on from nine till nine
Rhythmic music joined with rhythmic dancing feet;
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, Tick.
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O! What a beautiful flower it was.
Playing and dancing and singing at its home;
Getting food, getting shelter, getting every pleasure;
Making merry, giving joy by its smiling face.
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When you fall on the thorns;
Bleeding wounds, burning nights;
Waiting for the dawn, hope of light
In dark nights, breaking breath;
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