Muhammad Shanazar

Veteran Poet - 1,176 Points (25-11-1960 / Pakistan)

Muhammad Shanazar Poems

361. On The Lost Diamond 12/9/2012
362. A Tribute 10/22/2006
363. Waiting For The Dot 11/19/2010
364. You Forgot Me At Last 11/19/2010
365. I Have To Say Something 11/19/2010
366. Have You Ever Thought 11/19/2010
367. Let Us Compose A Poem 11/19/2010
368. Make A Search 11/19/2010
369. Yes I Am Friendless 11/19/2010
370. Love: A Gift 11/19/2010
371. The Wall Of Sand 11/19/2010
372. Separation Became Indispensable 11/19/2010
373. Defeat 11/19/2010
374. Never Disclose The Treasure 12/9/2012
375. A Rushing Tide 12/9/2012
376. Words Became Christ 12/9/2012
377. Dishevelled Hair 12/9/2012
378. The Crop Of Feet 12/9/2012
379. Shadows Of Tyranny 12/9/2012
380. A Hidden Curtain 12/9/2012
381. Let Him Do 12/11/2012
382. In Memory Of The Burnt Bees 12/22/2012
383. The Birds Of Peace 1/2/2013
384. A Piece Of Prose 1/2/2013
385. I Have To Seek Out 1/2/2013
386. On The Iceland Of Purgatory 1/2/2013
387. Hykos 1/2/2013
388. Time Will Warble 1/2/2013
389. Half-Eaten Hopes 1/2/2013
390. A Painful Phenomenon 1/2/2013
391. My Voice Soars 1/2/2013
392. Let Us Grow 1/2/2013
393. Ominous-Shadow 1/2/2013
394. Impacts Of Wind 1/2/2013
395. Museum 1/19/2013
396. The Last Moments Of 2012 1/19/2013
397. I Am Appalled 1/19/2013
398. Paradox 1/19/2013
399. My Caravan 1/31/2013
400. A Moment Of Time Is Fixed 1/31/2013
Best Poem of Muhammad Shanazar

A Desire

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, ...

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Dismal Doom

Who bangs at the door,
And awakens
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.

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