Abu Afzal Saleh

I love you
as a sea loves a river
or, a bird loves the sky.
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Life means, ‘Battle of Survival'.
survival is a way of living!
There is no way to survive in the worldbut death.
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Look at that.
The twist of joy;
Two paths are gone, right there.
A depressing village,
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There is no bravery in our voices
There is no sense in our body
There is no taste in our tongue.
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I am in your blue eyes
I'm on your rosy-lips
is to run towards your's open arm.
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Zigzag and strong currents of the Rhine
Various valleys between of the Alps's hill
The beauty and relics on both the sides-
As flowing like turbulently.
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Youth, you wake up-
All around is just darkness.
Bring the lighter
by removing the black-clouds;
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Pairs of white-ducks near the riverbank;
See-gulls Flying here and there
The white-softed waves of the forest
Blue-brightsky, white clouds
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Clouds to blue-sky
Thou to clouds,
Sky merges on sceneries
And huges.
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I love the white-night
with the full moon
but I seem her lovely eyes
as floating at noon.
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If the mind wants, come on
In the raining lazy-afternoon
Smells of Burflower & Pandanusflower
The two of them soaked in the rain.
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The moon is falling from the sky
In river, sea, field-- everywhere.
Luminous-moonlight is immodest
Very rude, very rude--shameless
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The generous of sky is torn
Discriminations have fallen on us
Endangered our humanity and rights.
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There will be a small house in the corner of the greeny-garden
A boat on the river's bank
Picking up the paddy and shaking off the sweat,
I will call, Anjuman! Anjuman!
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I left the fire and came to you.

Blood on your lips
Blood in your face, blood in your nose
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Fairy wings
For the queen
Rainbow
Give although.
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Black clouds in the northeast corner,
storm will be coming soon to hotworld right now.
Everything will turn upside down,
Then, at dawn-after dark night.
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Sirens are ringing all around, the sound of boots
Pin drop silence- the smell of corpses in every where
New York Tehran Rome Paris London...
Unfamiliar environment
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Some thieves set fire to a poet's hut,
Everything is burnt to ashes;
Only the compass remains in the ashes.
The poet draws with the thorn-compass
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I draw a circle
Draw the circle with dots.
I draw a radius
And draw a diameter also;
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