Muhammad Shanazar Poems

She was born with me when
I inhaled the first breath;
In infancy she showed herself to me,
In the dim hazy colours of rainbow,
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I sought for Him on the whole roundity of the world,
On the stretched sand of the deserts, dusting the eyes,
Along the banks of the flowing hissing curvy rivers,
In the populated metropolitan cities, towns and villages,
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Children are the symbols,
Of hope, of innocence, of vitality,
Add colours to life,
With shades light and dark,
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O! Little Bees,
You are regarded,
The little flying insects,
Devoid of common sense,
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Poverty savours bitter,
So it is a thing unwished,
Upon whom it invades,
Makes them utterly worthless.
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Oh! Departed Soul,
Look behind a while,
How quicker the sighs consumed!
How sooner dried the tears!
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Oh my God! I am weak and fail,
In my wills to the beguiling Enemy,
Who tempts me against prohibitions,
Rides on my fragile heart and mind,
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Oh Friend! To avoid shameful disgrace,
And earn favours in the Mighty Court,
Nip off the evil intents in the bud,
Lest they should assume the shape of words,
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Time is the ultimate healer,
Of wounds deep and grievous,
Soaks the tears to bring them afresh,
A thing mazy round, braided coiled,
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The world is an apt wide moving market,
Around a huge enormous shining globe,
That makes the trade smooth and plain,
Brightens its stalls, shops and taverns,
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