Danish Sarfraz Poems

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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A Warrior
(To Dr. Kamal)

Despite bereft of physical sight,
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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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