M. Asim Nehal Poems

nature is awake
as moon, stars diminish again
a wonderful breeze
bouquet of hope and desire
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little woodpecker
digging hole in giant pine
under starry night
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The dancing dewdrop on the leave,
Through the prism of the first sunshine
The sweet notes of cuckoo and lyre
And the drifting water from the waterfall
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Umpteen times he saw his face
Spotless, clean and clear
Now when he stands before the mirror
To his surprise! Here are so many scratches
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The bitter truth of this life is dark
Even when people from noble profession
When raises their hand for sustenance
In actuality they are praying
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boots upon a shelf
after long tiring journey
the warmth in the bed.
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Long time since I had fallen from,
The joy ride I was enjoying,
Those moments were real,
But now appears surreal.
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