Take care of your eyes,
For there remain many calamities yet behind,
Dreams remain yet behind,
Chill of the season has stung the roses,
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The season hasn’t yet returned,
We shall have to wait for a while,
We have to yet seek a pretense,
To continue breathing in the shadow
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(On The Day of Freedom)
When this day,
Takes birth from the sacred fog of the dawn,
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What direction you have come to,
You don’t know,
How much i pleaded the heart to bend to wine and rose,
With how much struggle enkindled
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In the yellow muddled morn,
After waking up from the green sleep,
I think to place the bowl of dreams,
At the threshold of the sun
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A path in the wilderness,
Laden with petals,
Adorned for us,
And we hail from a distant spot,
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O! The denizens of the earth
Who will disclose the place where
The captured terrorists are confined,
No one knows what has been told by them
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(Written In the political background of 1977 to 1988)
Upon the pale branches of bushes
In the woods,
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(A Poem for Benazeer Bhutto)
Let blood shouldn’t be congealed,
It shouldn’t come on the tips of tongues,
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Whirlwinds dance,
Shrouded in sheets of humidity,
They stay in a trance of dance.
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