Osama Waqar Poems

This burn you see on everyone's mind
and bodies, is nothing more;
but signs of life.
That scar you see that life is marring,
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The stars have burnt all what they had,
And I have learnt that everyone's mad.
Yet madness comes, though, from within;
Be it the bumps through thick and thin.
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Not pure of heart are we
Our souls are full of hate
All else shall go in vain
Our petrifying state!
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I feel like flying with the wind,
I feel like snowing all around.
I feel like seeing something new,
I feel like hearing nature's sound.
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Before the world of lazy fellows,
The man has proved himself aback.
And in the race of pains and gains,
He led by good by far the track.
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Am I to live as to live my life?
Am I to burn in the fire of fate?
Am I to learn what I know not?
Am I to seek the will to thrive?
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Life is to feel, to enjoy, to swim.
In the meadows of wonder,
‘Tis to plough the rough valleys
Of deeply rooted yet unsettled motion.
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The truth of life, the wealthiest health,
The cause of good, a happiest act.
The need of love, the sky above;
We are afraid to face the fact.
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How poor unfortunate souls they are;
Who neither know nor care to know,
What causes purity in the snow,
What causes sunshine in the hay.
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The winds are hot, the summer is deep.
The place is taught to weep and weep.

The blazing air on marshy lands,
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