M. Asim Nehal Poems

Shall I compare your voice with sweet notes of cuckoo?
Or with the voice of nightingale
Or whistle of a parrot
Or drops of water on tin roof
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They say love is pure like 24 carat gold
It can easily be deformed and lose its grip
To accommodate beloved by mending self
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He bought a mirror to check his appearance,
he went to great lengths to look his best.
when he walks out of his room now,
he checks himself in the mirror
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When dusk kissed her feathers
At the beach of dark sand
With many pebbles scattered around
At the quite down end
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Extreme poverty, of heart and mind,
A harsh reality, too many find,
Not just a lack of wealth or means,
But a deprivation of human needs.
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Her body is a melting pot
On the silken sheet
with pillow beneath
trying hard to hold spinning head
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O' LOVE you have imprisoned me
with a feeling where I feel nothing,
Other than YOU.
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They have become a silent story,
A story written on stones and bricks,
While each brick narrates a different story
As you touch them, run your hand,
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They say, the human body is born soft and elastic;
and plants and trees are pliant and limber,
but after death, both becomes inflexible and rigid and
I have seen many people with rigid mind and inflexible attitude,
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Leaned against the pillars draped in the twilight
I felt my inner darkness merge with your light
I am afraid to walk alone on this unfamiliar path,
It looks so empty and ruinous with wrath
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