Muhammad Shanazar Poems

The blood of an impatient desire
Is running through each channel of my body,
A distant voice comes
And sweetens my all existence,
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There had been times,
When possibilities of the dawn emerged
In my world,
Life awoke from the slumber,
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On the burning sand of the desert,
A spectacle of the race of camels
Has become an entertainment.
The camels of rare genus will run
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Soundless nights of the deserted city are in fact
Continuity of the evenings of aloofness,
In the disorder of my voice your voice staggers,
Your splendid features sometimes sink
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Who is whose eyes have remembered
Each warm moment we spent sitting side by side,
Whose eyes have seen dressless physique
Flowering like spring,
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The sun has not yet set down,
In the channels of my gloominess,
The blood of intimacies is yet running;
In the tassels of my desire,
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There where the grey morns,
In the peaceful environs,
Wove the dream of lovely life,
At the same spot,
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Come on for no spectacle changed
In my city of love;
Where there had been the shops of books,
At the spot where
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Karachi contained in its existence,
The dance of deer, on each moment,
And on each moment the peacocks
Of life used to skip.
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A damsel concealing her body,
Eyelids heavy with drowsiness,
A little before the sunrise,
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