How to find the missing beam
How to trace the subtle gleam
When things are not what they seem
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Thou ar't Cosmic Spirit, I trow
Yet thy Grace no bounds know
To thy Entity we ever bow
With knelt knee n burning brow
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Ah; the one me eager to await
Hath found yet another mate
How to scrap writ of fate
When the rebels it berate
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Praise, praise beauty
It is your duty
Wherever you find it
For nature is behind it
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The poet completed his elementary education from Government High School No.3 Bannu City. Later he got his graduation and Masters in International Relations from the University of Peshawar. Later he did his second Masters in English Literature. Currently he is doing Ph-D in International Relations from Quaid-i-Azam University Islamabad. Pakistan.He has served as an Assistant Director Research in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs Pakistan and as a Faculty Member, Deptt. of Internatioal Relations, National University of Modern Languages Sector H-9 Islamabad. Pakistan.)
A Nightmare
How to find the missing beam
How to trace the subtle gleam
When things are not what they seem
Tears n blood flowing in a stream
In shady dark dales with no seam
Rubbing my eyes if it be a dream
But things are not what they seem
Taking a bath in this bloody brook
Is what they mean dear what they book
Doth you know what does it mean?
Trooth, prophesy or a bad dream
Ah! But things are not what they seem
An infernal lake at a stone’s throw
Sucking all the blood, I trow
Trickling tears tearing the tryst
The pool getting bigger with no rest
Laying its ebby arms on gray n green
But things are not what they seem