The wandering kite infact Your
No have roof no any floor
Vanishing being I am day by day
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Star of Eve going for shopping
Unawareness a fact of chopping
Amma Baaba glad at home
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Hard of words but tender of rest
Divine they aren't still creators of best
The rapture of being man brought in us
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I am Punjabi, not a cult
Me not language of insult
Me the language of civilized one
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This day is of joy
Children play with flag-toy
Anthems heard everywhere
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Night to me the mountain height
The dark and heat, the unending fight
Sole boredom and sable hour
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Each drop of monsoon rain
pierces heart with sweet pain
Sorrow-filled wounds refreshed
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Dear water, oh! My water
Sometimes life and sometimes creator
All drink and worship you
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Dancing, dancing all boughs,
bipeds prove the loving foes.
Sometimes love, sometimes hate,
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The pants without it seems mine,
Except it, were all fine.
The guests of festivity happily applauding,
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Happy All around the world,
My sad tale remains untold.
Carols are in the streets,
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Shedding tears late night,
Haunting witch frequently bite.
Resurrecting every day.
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Torture, Torture, Tortured Soul,
I am broken yet as whole.
Raped Soul bleeding hard,
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Being born and brought up in in one of the backward cities of Pakistan, I completed my schooling from St. Joseph High School Kasur and after my schooling, I joined St. Mary's Minor Seminary to become Roman Catholic Priest. I remained in the Seminary for more than 4 years and after studying philosophy in St. Xavier Major seminary, I left this life. After that, I completed my masters in English Literature with Gold Medal and joined a government job being Subject expert English. I became a professional writer of textbooks and wrote some poems and research papers. Now I am completing my post graduate studies In English Literature from Forman Christian College A Charted University, Pakistan.)
The Lost Kite
The wandering kite infact Your
No have roof no any floor
Vanishing being I am day by day
Stigma to become man destroys clay
The tears of two streams unexpected now
Want everybody me to have just bow
Unhappy moments are the longest one
Compelling breaths making me run
Water proves to be thickest blood
The cruelest blood bringing offensive flood
Dreadful bipeds inviting me
zealous timidity provokes to flee
Justice from Him I deem to deserve
It's the one all fully preserve
(Danish Sarfraz)
Books play a charismatic role in the life of a biped.(Danish Sarfraz)
Untouchability is a soul killing tool of a precarious society. (Danish Sarfraz)