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Then There Is A Gang Of Non Believers
Earth isn’t thirsty,
Earth is never this thirsty,
But those who register,
Small pieces of land in their names
Life How I Curse Thee
Life I curse thee
Like an old haggard gloomy bat,
Why do you pierce your claws in my eyes.
All day long you lick the skeleton of my dreams,
Symphony (A Long Poem)
(On the terrorist attack in the procession of 10th of Moharrram in Karachi)

Ya Hussain!
Son of Ali,
I Kept A Poem Somewhere Here
A while ago,
Just before dissolving smoke of Mobil-oil
Into nostrils of the morn,
I kept a poem somewhere here.
When At Last
When at last,
In that window
The morning spring will open her eyes,
And when the bower will blossom,
The Bond Of Remembrance
Which is the bond of remembrance
That I have to recall you,
Neither have I seen
The glow of stars in your eyes,
A Ruined Wait
There exists only reflection
Of the same mirror,
My love and
Bewilderment of your lovers.
When Did You Fathom This?
Just at a hands distance
From the pores of the sky
Countless stars descend
On the mud and concrete roofs,
There Had Been Such A House
There had been such a house
Among other ones,
Where loneliness sipped me drop by drop,
We used to spend our dark nights
Who Will Descend Into The Grave Of My Poet?
(A Poem for Faiz Ahmed Faiz: The Poet of Revolution)

Amid myriad of the earth-dwellers,
A broken hearted multitude of devotees,

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