Biography of Kaikubad Ali
Kaikubad Ali Poems
Looking towards the sky, Faded reddish bloody sky. Crying for one more sip of pain What you have gifted me when we were at vain.
Last Night I Had A Dream
It was late night, if I am not wrong, The warmth and comfort of the blanket Let me forget all the pain I had. I was having sweet dream with a melodious song.
Let The Light Come In
Its been long the window isn't open, Darkness prevailed the world of four walls. People inside, relied on the candle for light. But every candle has its own finish.
Here Democracy Was Born
When the rock was fallen down, Folks were shaken, Kingdom was broken, The king lost his golden thrown.
When I'll be lost to the woods, Seeking forgotten faces among the crowds. When my last breath will rise above the high mountains, Surpassing clouds, sky and those galactic chains.
The Day Will Come One Day
The day will come one day, When Almighty will listen to our pray, After this dark night be outdone, One morning the sun will be our sun.
The Girl In The White
The girl in the white, The pearl in the jewel, A thousand years to be defined, Beauty is beautiful as well.
Once In A City
I was walking through the July noon, Searching for a drop of water in the human desert. Under the shadow of a tall building, I heard a broken rough voice of a bird,
Birth Of Venus
One cup of you with the setting sun, what i wished to be offered, With your glowing bodily canvas, let the red sky get blurred. Let the dark clouds fall through your shoulder, curving to the cleavage, Let me drink another sip of your rosy smile, to taste what I have long waited.
O My Beauty
I want to see you a thousand years up to the death, I want to praise you in my arms until the last breath. O my beauty, less to be defined by mortal words, Let the moon be jealous of glowing you,
To A Sitting Chair
Your presence, beside the lake, beneath banyan tree Has made many and I suppose not forgotten all history. Once the poet, sitting upon, wrote the landscape By watching the swans sprinkling the lake,
Where To Go
Along with pink sun I walked the morning, The footpath even the road was full of rack wrapping dead bodies. Left hurriedly as flies of their mouth may come to me. When tied my white shirt I was for office,
Along The Slum
Alone I crossed across the people Living on periphery of the population core, Roofing under tin, tarpaulin and even trees, Along with that Olden-young mother,
When The Sun Calls Us
When the Sun calls us, Mind roars up, ’Who cares! ’ Blind eyes search for another dream, Again the night may be ours,
Where To Go
Along with pink sun I walked the morning,
The footpath even the road was full of rack wrapping dead bodies.
Left hurriedly as flies of their mouth may come to me.
When tied my white shirt I was for office,
An old white bearded man obstructed my car’s door,
No coin, giving that torn note I closed the gate.
On road, jammed in midway, found burning hand
Entering through one window, mother asking for medicine.
Horrified, I cleared the purse, can’t but spit through another.