Muhammad Shanazar Poems

Moving statues with heads brainless,
Clean cloaks, and dresses stainless,
With heavy drooping sleepy eyelids,
And heartless flesh, bulky bodies,
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Realities baffle me,
Distract me the facts,
When I ponder over,
Whether,
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Ah! I do know the winds shall blow,
And the same old Titanic will me row,
To the distant promised harbour,
Where were placed my dear parents,
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In the early years of my flavoured childhood,
Could not I differ between an evil and a good,
And went to the forest afar with my age fellows,
To collect, to gather the dry sticks or fire wood.
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Yesterday morn we blossomed,
With the brave show of colours,
And shades dark, deep and dim,
Combined with fresh tenderness;
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How sometimes strange demands emerge,
In the curious mind, and heart urges,
To explore unknown curtained truth.
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Youth time dream like slipped away,
Sweet scented memories still lay,
In my mind, of childhood, of innocence.
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When I was mischievous and playful,
My dreadful uncle made me afraid of dog,
Soon I became horrid and pale,
My mother sheltered me in her lap,
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I was beaten with a stick,
Long, thin and wet,
For doing nothing ill.
As the coach-man does,
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Remembering of the dreamy age,
Fills my eyes with tears,
The sights unpolluted and clear,
Now changed into smoky and full of noise,
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