Mohammad Younus Koul


Mohammad Younus Koul Poems

1. Nectar Of Love 7/10/2019
2. Sound Of Soul 7/10/2019
3. Chinar In Tears 7/11/2019
4. My Harp 7/11/2019
5. Children Of Conflict Torn Nation 7/11/2019
6. Fighting My Satan 7/13/2019
7. Double Visages 7/15/2019
8. Hope 7/15/2019
9. Weeping Kashmir 7/15/2019
10. The Song Of Soul 7/15/2019
11. Nectar Of Life 7/15/2019
12. My Horse 7/15/2019
13. Koh-I-Qāf 7/16/2019
14. Beyond The Lote-Tree 7/16/2019
15. Holy Light 7/16/2019
16. Spiritual Way 7/16/2019
17. Simple Illusion 7/16/2019
18. Living In Inferno 7/16/2019
19. A Satire 7/17/2019
20. Leave Me For A While 7/18/2019
21. Leila 7/18/2019
22. I Am A Caliph Of God 7/18/2019
23. Grant Me Your Eyes 7/18/2019
24. A Homage To Mursi 7/19/2019
25. Lonely Traveller 7/19/2019
26. The Lover Of God 7/19/2019
27. Mustafa 7/19/2019
28. Mermaid 7/20/2019
29. Come Close To Me 7/20/2019
30. Man And Divine 7/20/2019
31. I Have A Purpose 7/20/2019
32. What Is Thinking 7/20/2019
33. Resist, And Move Forward 7/21/2019
34. Know Your Soul 7/21/2019
35. Do Not Shed A Tear 7/23/2019
36. The Cosmic Sound 7/23/2019
37. Come Unto Me 7/23/2019
38. I Am Your Soul 7/23/2019
39. Nooe-E-Muhammad 7/23/2019
40. Rain Music 7/23/2019

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I Am A Kashmiri, I Too Am A Human Being

I am a Kashmiri, I, too, am a human being,
Day and nightI hear the shrieks of mothers,
Moaning and mourning over their slain children,
Shouldering the coffins of nears and dears,
Wailing and singing elegies as did Zainab,
When, going alone, through the battlefield of Karballa,
I hear the chinars cry when the sad winds blow,
Touching their paled leaves and boughs,
All things in the geography of my valley wail and weep,
Wherever I go, I hear the noise of soldiers,
Firing and beating to pulp young and old,
Razing to ground with mortar guns the temples ...

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My Harp

MY HARP

The strings of my harp are struck inside
With skilful hands of a mighty master
That never get weary and never pause
When the music falls on my ears,
The rhythmic notes float around,
Meanwhile I hear no other sound.
Each note is an echo of awful delight

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