M. Asim Nehal Poems

on the mountain top
the innocent ants do climb
nothing to carry
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Every bone holds a story of our restless mind
The complex pattern tells many a thing
The nature, the adaptation to change
The depth of our understanding
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Who wrote the script?
Who fashioned everything like this?

The sea with waves
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at the setting sun
ships return to the harbor
she searches blue flag.
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Fate had a fight with destiny, life and death: :

Fate said I am preordained course of anybody's life
Destiny said I am a set of predetermined events,
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I saw thy beauty in sunrise
the tangerine charm of sun that delight
and equated your smooth skin to sunset
when the sun is trying to hide
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O ye men, why do you cry over thy death
Even the brightest star, the sun
Goes through the trouble and die every day.
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O' Full moon tell me
The secret of your growing and shortening
And appearing at night time?
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