Mohammad Muzzammil Poems

The sun is rising with its beams,
Pale light is spreading everywhere,
Giving us invitation as it seems,
Or a king bestowing gold here and there,
The darkness's left the battle cause morn is getting here.
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The cycle of time never stops,
That has never forgiven anyone,
Moves fast, slow and sometimes hops,
None can claim from it to be won,
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Before Marriage

A free life sportive like a fawn,
Or a flying bird in the limitless sky,
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I was in the forest one day,
With my friends and marrows,
All of us were very gay,
We were happy and out of sorrows.
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Child
Mom! Stars which lying on the sky,
Twinkling they are as they be shy,
Stare they sportive at me, it seems,
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In the land of Andalusia, long ago,
A man with a curious mind did glow.
'Abbās Ibn Firnās was his name,
His inventions and knowledge, a lasting fame.
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The Earth, our home, so fragile and rare,
A place of beauty, beyond compare.
Forests, oceans, and creatures great and small,
All living in harmony, a magical ball.
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From the heavens above, a gentle dance begins,
As droplets descend, the melody of rain sings,
A symphony of nature, a soothing lullaby,
Raindrops kiss the earth, as clouds roll by.
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The sun calls back of its rays,
And ready to go far behind,
Birds and cattle are on their ways,
To reach their home before day truns blind.
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O, thou look me as a cup of wine,
As the reflection of my soul shines,
Or a good poem with delicious lines,
What is thy like? But thou surely mine.
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