Hanan Muzafar

Veteran Poet - 1,337 Points [Victor] (14-08-1991 / Model Town Sopore (Kashmir))

Hanan Muzafar
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How does it feel when you meet yourself, your fear, truth, and nightmare. Being from a conflict and torn region, I saw misery found grief, saw violence met horror, saw rise observed fall. Somehow learned to survive, to be low and invisible. Who I am, I'm. Maybe it's suffering which keeps us moving ahead, like a source of growth. Indeed it's grief which remains immortal. A tragedy coloured in romance.

Violence is an instinct, and hate is it's fuel. If God is silent, then there is no word of God. Divinity is in kindness and sacrifice. Life in itself is meaningless, but serves a definite purpose, and war in itself is life, it has neither a beginning nor an end. In the game of war no ... more »

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Lost In Wind

Almond leaves on your red cheeks;
saw you in cold breeze,
dressed green,
drift of shade,
made you fade.

Near flowers you sat,
little hands touching the green grass:
Through windows watching the wind,
in sunshine you shine.

On crossroads we met;
time limitless,
And voice speechless.
Image in a pot,
And vapours of art.

Now I'm gone,
And we are Lost:
A tale on a piece of paper,
flowing with wind,
And wheel goes on.

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