Tawfeeq Hasan Khan

Days were passing merrily in my schooldays,
But who have heard of what the fortune says…
If I have heard it before, I would take each breath,
Just to live and for nothing else since then till death…
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A girl lived somewhere in the world of maternal love,
And she slept on her mother’s lap as serene as a dove.
Her mom when caressed her fore-head with her gentle hands,
All her pain smoothened and did flow like by wind the soft sands…
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The day you met me for the first time,
Your footsteps in my ears created chime.
Your thoughts dug in my mind a deep hole,
As you occupied a space in my heart and soul...
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Words may stick or they can pierce,
Words may bless or they can curse,
Words can be mild or can be fierce.
Once spoken can't be taken back,
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As a sun in a noon,
In an eve as a moon...
For me, you've always been,
But to the rest unheard unseen...
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When does someone rings the bell,
Oh it’s a hope that words can’t tell…
I run towards in a hope to find,
You standing and waiting behind...
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O thou traveller, this is a vital voyage,
Keep patience while turning each page...
It's is the start of a new journey, a new dawn
After the last night spent on the same lawn...
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Past pages often are too close,
Last ages often far to those...

Unravelled relation wound nowhere,
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Our green lovers give us food,
Our life is also what they give...
Still we don't give them what we should,
Rather, we don't even let them live...
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In a past frosty morning of a spent winter's day,
Those eternal memories in me will forever stay...
As when the winter will come the next year again,
It'll remind me of you and will melt my frozen pain...
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Have you ever seen beneath my subtle happy eyes?
You'll find tears of sorrow behind my soothing lies...
I have not got your love on earth where I desired,
Where I've found it is on dreams when I was tired...
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For so small a glance,
Are my eyes still in wait...
Who knew this chance,
Will almost end in fate...
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So vast is the ceiling that is made of stars,
Seeing which we can spend a day of ours...
Less is distiny, more is desire,
So vast is the floor of soil we see...
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I know that, verily I am much afraid,
As I am turning from what have I said...

I have to remain here, as I can't lie,
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This world is merely a crowd,
So people residing here shouldn't feel proud.
Of there existence here in this dense forest,
For they're merely a pest.
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Am I not sad if there is not a tear on my face,
Is there is no pain if there is not a wound to trace…
Oh thou morn, show me thy sun;
Bring with it the brightest fun…
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Freedom will be thine,
Never it will be mine…
The freedom is to break one’s heart,
And to take thine from mine apart…
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