Muhammad Shanazar Poems
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A Monologue Of A Terrorist
Tonight sleep shall not overwhelmed me,
Second by second the night will slip to that morn,
And then there will be no morn in my fate.
Today when life is about to fold
The shawl of its breath,
My inner self woke, there will ensue emptiness,
In which I shall lose myself too,
Before the sun rises in the morn,
My numb body swinging on the gallows,
Will be consigned to the unknown corner,
Where no lamp will be enkindled,
No one will come to recite Fateha.
Tonight is boundlessly suffocating,
The sluggish ceiling fan supplies me with hot ...
The Boundless Ocean of Brilliance
That lends the stars dazzling light
Whom obey flakes of the watery clouds,
Riding on the back of moving wind.
The Secret Hand that wrings them,
Pouring down waters on the soil.
That brings forth vitality all around,
Incarnates life from the objects lifeless.