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Muhammd Hameed Shahid


Muhammad Hameed Shahid

O my friend!

Thus you prayed

At one o'clock midnight:

'O my Lord!

Enable me to compose

A few beautiful verses

That may substantiate

I am not a base person,

I do not belong to the people

Whom I abhour.'

And now that it is two o'clock midnight,

Exhausted by the futile yearning of slumber,

I raise my hand for

A queer invocation...

Indeed I wish not to write verses

Which may exalt me in my eyes,

Nor do I bear malice to anyone

To raze to the ground his body

In order to raise my body's edifice.

A pallid bulb throws its pale light within,

Without starks darkness

With yawning mouth,

This haggard light and wanton night

Stand between me and my slumber,

Dividing me half and half...

Submitted: Thursday, September 23, 2010

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