Tahir Ibn Manzoor Poems

When fall takes place even the mighty Sun lose its shine slowly,


The trees are losing its beloved leaves, and passers-by trample the leaves.
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I could feel the pain of a father in his blood,
I could feel the sacrifice of a mother in his blood,

I could feel the love for his sister in his blood,
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Dear Son, you're the colorful Umbrella of all seasons,


I am the peasant of my thoughts, I lived, and you were the reason
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What life actually is? Is it a joy in suffering or a test through the pain which some might have - as the happy ending and for some it might not? This remains the question God has the final answer.


The cradle was the place of paradise for me, and from the crawling to walking on my own legs worldly matters filled it with filth.
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Shivering with cold, I'm hearing the strange voices,


Down the stairs I went, I felt like I'm meeting a ghost.
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When I saw you my heart sung a song on a cloud nine,


That was the day I asked to myself that somebody would be mine.
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Boarded a bus, and a strange feelings struck to the mind,

It was the morning breeze that forced me it to rewind.
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