Kashif Ali Abbas

Kashif Ali Abbas Poems

Dwell in a rustic whereabouts,
Dinning on sweet tasty trouts,
Forgiving unto all evils thus,
Fate is a new born curse,
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Frantic, problematic, dumbest child…
Of a modest family of herbew few dew,

Souly molly polly of others stuff and land,
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A Lambert chuckle was it, resting deep
Into frightful circle of trees, thereof, opening
Lantern of hope dies, shall I be more esteemed?
Rumbling with the grave of a sinner, tears wiped or not?
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Social Media Iceberg,
the iceberg's fleeting gleam,
A glimpse of truth, buried in the stream.
Do you feel the furnace, the stifling weight,
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Blessed I am to have you here
To touch your apple cheeks dear
To feel the warmth of your true love
And cherish all here, down or above
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Rich clouds shower love's rain

Upon thirsty lands of lovers minds
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Ever wonder about the blessing of a home?
To feel the gift of God Almighty shlome
The one we live in, not made with bricks
There ain't any wood or man made tricks
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Whose mind shall rest now
Whence the body is to bow
A lifelong ballad it has become
Where to go? Where to have some
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Kashif Ali Abbas Biography

Writing: Author of 3 books, mentioned in Wikipedia Encyclopaedia as a recognized writer and poet, Professional writer for 10 years, with experience in magazine, newspaper, and business writing. Author of 200 articles in many national and international publications; co-author of two books; author of three book chapters. Winner of the 2013 'best article' award from the Ezinearticles.com': On www.google.com and www.yahoo.com searching with my name "Kashif Ali Abbas" shows my works and relevant links on high ranked first pages.)

The Best Poem Of Kashif Ali Abbas

Days Of Hope, Hoping!

Dwell in a rustic whereabouts,
Dinning on sweet tasty trouts,
Forgiving unto all evils thus,
Fate is a new born curse,
Hoping for hopes of longing
Kissing the slaves wrong doings,
When shall the souls falter,
and when shall begin run after;

Days are passing, hopes are rising
People are living, People are dying
There is bitter love and tasty deciet
there is venomous ego, lovers' treat
We have come, we will go soon
to places far, scary and unknown
Till then, my friends let there be love
Let us hate the hate, and be peace dove

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