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Shahid Sarwar Poems
A Labor Woman
Angular, lean and tall She trudges down the road No lament, no complaint While carrying life’s load.
Something Is There In Your Eyes!
Something is there in your eyes That has robbed me of my heart Now, I resound like an empty vessel That is emptied even of any definite shape –
The words I have spoken The words I have written Do not mark the end of speech The speech is the tree
The end of the road And the beginning of a new journey Tracks unknown And lands untold of.
She is An Art Museum
She is an art museum With everything classic. Bone china, glazed porcelain, Well chiseled organic wares:
We love Not to possess But be possessed. Love is
She dissolved In the sea of silence When I asked her How I could reconcile
I grew certain of her demise When my hand moved Down the vacuum of her form. She didn't hear the cries
Alas! The anti-apartheid icon The illustrious son of South Africa is no more. No more Is the Icon of Reconciliation
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A Labor Woman
Angular, lean and tall
She trudges down the road
No lament, no complaint
While carrying life’s load.
Breathing in heavy air
She walks on burning coal
To the target ill defined
Foggy and fuzzy goal.
Below a sunless sky
Above a stony ground
She walks oblivious
Of all that is around.
Putting herself to grind
Resigned to Destiny
The moments she has lived
Counting on finger tips
Forgetting the bulk of life
She lived through slighting slips.
Living on crumbling ...