Riyas Qurana Poems

That there is no bird in the in the text
written on a bird
You need not feel amazed.
For our need
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Eyeing the sky
the entire place had assembled there
sorrow-stricken.
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I created the night with light
And light with night.

I created the sea with smoke and hill with water
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When walking on the plain of grass
Passing beyond the hilltop,
The rain started to drizzle over the tree
That stands only in his story.
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It is a bird that was most used up
Yet, it is still not damaged and in good condition
for years.
As though it is drawn and drawn
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He would have been willing
To take me into arena of his poetry
Visited, alas! nothing seen, it was empty
when words are opened.
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There is no inhalation here
Can't breathe
Now and then air would come this way
but would at once be chased away
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The words crawled like crabs
On one half of the paper, the letter was drafted
And the sea on the other.
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i wait
for the crack of dawn
of an expired day.
bygones can never be brought back!
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The drop that was sucked this afternoon
was the last one. The sea went dry.
From the moment the hungry cat in the painting
transferred the sea into its stomach
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