Kalam Azad

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The sun is about to set. New moon appeared in the sky.
If the stars return back
Nobody will stare at the sky
Wayward wind breaths on the island of darkness.
...

I could be a puppet!
Could be drifted in stream!
But, No!
In mountains and rivers,
...

The cold moon in the misty night
hovers over the smelly hills-
And by it, flows the pebble-deep spring
dazzled in leaf-thrown bliss
...

Kalam Azad Biography

I love you, man. Humanity is my religion. I sometimes entertaining, sometimes calm. Still, ever freeze. Sometimes very obstinate, sometimes dukhu broken of trouble. I met a man I'm a man... Azad. With rice or a congenital hostility paijama seriousness. Love to laugh, cry, sing and talk. Handicap people I love around me. I love it because not enough people writing journalism like the drug. What does the sixth day, or losing your mind if you wish amkabuki wrote a book about the mind. Determines whether pure literature, but readers fascinated myself in my writing. Here I am, Kalam Azad, blogs do regularly. Communist politics, political philosophy, convincing. My goal is to change the base)

The Best Poem Of Kalam Azad

Bullet-Pierced Map

The sun is about to set. New moon appeared in the sky.
If the stars return back
Nobody will stare at the sky
Wayward wind breaths on the island of darkness.
In the window appears the untimely cloud

The map shivers in the western desert-wind
If that poisonous hand pierces bullet in the heart of Green and Red

In the electricity light the traders' city illuminates
The sun seems to be one-hundred sixty million people
The blood-red line that appears on the crimson Sun seems pale

In the Eastern rays the imperialism will be burnt to ashes.

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