Muhammad Shanazar Poems

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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On listening to the measured sound,
Of the distant drum beat,
With sweeping sounds of the pipes.
On the other end of the village,
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Often when after the hours of noon,
We were set free from the school,
I came out with no addition in the stuff,
Except scarred, lashed legs and back.
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In the cold wintry evening,
When it was gloam and twilight,
Covering myself with thick blanket of wool,
I used to go to a small garden,
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Uninvited frequent gluttonous guest,
Visited and picked up one by one,
The elder and younger of the family,
Making each time the house desolate.
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(Written By Javed Ahmed Translated By Muhammad Shanazar)

O! Love your existence is mysteriously baffling,
You are in the scattered shattered heart,
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O God! You pulsate my heart:
An engine of the breathing machine,
That causes rhythm in the flow of red oil,
That circulates into the network of the tubes,
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When avarice, greed and cupidity,
Sleepingly work in the hearts of the members,
Of the family living in the system combined,
They bring out axes, daggers and clubs wooden,
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I claim not, fair or unfair,
But tell you, what I did see,
On the chicken slaughterer’s shop
When I ordered for the one.
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When there is no one around me,
I peep out through the window,
That opens to the back yard of past.
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