M. Asim Nehal Magic Poems

When the sun is behind the clouds,
The filtered rays on earth creates magic,
The blue ocean turns to amber,
Waves dances on the silver plate,
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The Intrinsic value of human heart is null
Like a flower without fragrance,
Like a bird without wings,
Like a shell without pearl
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The little bird whose nest
is hanging on the lovely cool branches
of the banyan tree with many roots
is floating like the clouds and
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eye burning candle
on the pompous and glitters
conjuring magic
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