Muhammad Khalid

When the work of a deer: the gaze,
has ended to sun's regular fate,
they enter upon the awesome gate,
and wish to play on being totally 'amaze'.
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The hand of God breaks on early dawn,
of the tender doves and playing fawn.
The hand of God burst on doom of dark,
for as stable as nearly strongest barque.
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I climbed many a hills of far,
and never did look down.
With myself I fought a hundred war,
with a distinct engraved crown.
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On the morning when each little flowers,
open their wings.
The solemn Clouds pour the showers,
my heart in joy jump and sings:
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After all the hardest work of the day,
on shores upon the stream of stay.
Truly brings closer the distance of achievement,
boring hundred fruit of galactic scent.
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Came from land far apart,
to see my mother land.
To be into one to be a part.
to smell the odour of Indian sand.
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the road in which i tasteless man walk and go through,
with a load of thousands sins and the rotten shoe.
i find and search everywhere the signs of young fellowship,
but only i find a demons companion alone far in sea as a ship.
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Fly, fly fly away in the meads,
and no need to return.
give up, give up, give up all your creeds
and let them too to burn.
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My findings are listed here,
where in winter there was time to spare.
through the window i watched the light,
sparkling in its wonderful glare.
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Bias of a 'shut and enter' to both,
I admit in nigh night I showed a loath:
'a harmony in a peace of better a day,
and be a smile though a luck to play.
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My eyes in murmur when sigh upon the pride of sun,
the light when hits my leisure of peace through the curtain,
i see the doomed night in a some-time been to the death,
when they wait for the dusk as the potion of breath.
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Adamant birth their place in coals,
'cause the peace is here to souls.
After all this the pose of blacks;
and all the inner is thing of tracks.
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A man and a son lived far away,
from the well awareness of the town.
they spent their days in the bay,
and never came down.
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All was left in a dreadful pain,
and my village was left past behind,
every good frame diminished in vain,
to give some tears to make a bind,
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If you are haunted for a dark past,
which gives a feeling sad and aghast.
you are blurred in that piercing frames,
shivering in dropping moves and shames.
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