Muhammad Shanazar Poems
I wish I were a seasonal bird,
That travels flying around the world,
With sweet companionship of a partner,
Whose heart knows nothing except,
Faithfulness, how to share the pangs.
Then I fly with the delighted light heart,
Caring least the self made boundaries,
Of the countries or continents, across
The foaming wavy seas; to search,
The land, plains or isolated valleys,
Where neither one makes victim the other,
Nor playfully breaks the brittle hearts,
Nor does cast fear holding the fatal guns.
I would then chirp on the far off shores, ...
Who bangs at the door,
The sleeping conscience?
I walked a lot,
On the track of life,
I did spend time,
In vile and vain race,
Rebelling at every pace.