Akhtar Jawad Dance Poems

On the shore of soul she rises as a tide,
The dried sand that is hot and burning,
Lo it’s wet and now it’s turning,
In the dreamy eyes of a smiling bride,
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Poverty constrains,
To take the risks,
Hunger forces them to bring,
Their innocent daughters,
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Stood like a high and firm mountain
and obstructed the external aggressors
covered the face with the white snow
listened to the lectures of the old professors.
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Ne'er asked my hairs to scatter on my back,
When started dancing I was dressed and pack,
But the ecstasy of dance one by one,
Did something that couldn't be undone,
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