Kaikubad Ali Poems

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,
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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.
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Your Trade is over.
Now bring that soul back to the corpse.
It is crying for a drop of ambrosia,
Wrapped in a torn rack, crying for her lap,
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When the Sun calls us,
Mind roars up, ’Who cares! ’
Blind eyes search for another dream,
Again the night may be ours,
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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,
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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,
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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,
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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,
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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.
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The girl in the white,
The pearl in the jewel,
A thousand years to be defined,
Beauty is beautiful as well.
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