Muhammad Shanazar

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

Muhammad Shanazar Poems

321. A Joint Feeling 1/2/2012
322. The Earth Of Prophets Burns 1/9/2012
323. The Burial Of Tragedy 2/12/2012
324. Acquaintance Of The Wretched 2/23/2012
325. Quatrain 2/23/2012
326. Washed Beauty (An Acrostic) 2/23/2012
327. A Bare Message 7/15/2012
328. At The Night Of Load-Shedding 7/15/2012
329. The Catastrophic End 7/15/2012
330. Azra 7/15/2012
331. O! Buddha Look Behind 7/23/2012
332. An Incentive 10/2/2012
333. Still Life 10/2/2012
334. Xeranthemum 10/2/2012
335. Vessel Of The Heart 10/12/2012
336. A Dialogue To Immanuel Kants 10/12/2012
337. Empty Hands 10/12/2012
338. A Treasure 10/13/2012
339. Ambitions 10/13/2012
340. You Are My Dream 10/16/2012
341. The Last Eve In The Metropolis 10/20/2012
342. A Song Of The Lost Generations 10/23/2012
343. Curiosity Thy Name Is Ugliness 10/23/2012
344. A Stranger In The City Of Spell 10/26/2012
345. My Head Bows Before The Quill 11/15/2012
346. Punishment Of Hurriedness 11/15/2012
347. From Behind The Worn-Out Grave Of Time 11/15/2012
348. A Dream Of Some Other Soil 11/15/2012
349. My Dear People 12/3/2012
350. We Since Age 12/3/2012
351. O! Life What Happened To You 12/3/2012
352. Speak A Bit Of That Moment 12/3/2012
353. Go Not Empty Handed 12/3/2012
354. Where Are You? 12/3/2012
355. Phoenix 12/3/2012
356. Dreams Are Not To Be Imprisoned 12/3/2012
357. A Poem Of Love 12/3/2012
358. What Are The Wages Of Labour Journey 12/3/2012
359. Let Me Listen To 12/9/2012
360. Lines Of Wisdom 12/9/2012
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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