M. R. Malik

Kabul falls into sheer peace,
Now 'Islam' enters into Afghanistan.
Ignorance dies on the battlefield.
The peace flows in the morning breeze.
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O journey! 'O journey! Where are you going?
Why are you so blowing?
So strange are you,
From place to place, sometimes in a queue.
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The grief consumes my flesh,
Here I lament my words!
They lashed and pillowed into my mind
The bones pains a memory of memories￾There is a chill in my body
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You live into my imagination,
As young you are as old am I?
You dance, sing and reassure
Into my imagination!
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Listen to your crescendo voice,
Cherished us like the bulbuls and sparrows;
Recalls those days in the honey sunlight,
In the shade of trees,
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Madam madam, shining diamond,
Like the bloom on lonely island;
Coming office in the morning,
Festoon it and veil the mourning.
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I write my poems freely walls of room
By looking natural sky through window's eyes,
The stars may add their beauties so me bloom;
My face is flattened as lonely air that flies.
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My son, I found you lonely, haunting pains!
I lost thy life in duke of forest brook.
Why could not see I coffin float thee moors?
Where did they take to bury my heart and groom?
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Ye birds! little birds! Thy twitter voice,
All After crippled by 'winter boys;
So After winter comes the spring,
By brings new life where creature sing.
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The murk overlaps
The dawn; around
Eye-opener thereupon.
Therefore, the glossy morning
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During cold days in pristine place,
heavy rainy season.
The cold as ugly gore and shrinks tightly; assembled as disguise form.
The balmy air blows and each Moment of gladness!
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