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Kabul

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Oh, the beautiful city of Kabul wears a rugged mountain skirt,
And The rose is jealous of its lash-like thorns.
The dust of Kabul's blowing soil smarts lightly in my eyes,
But I love her, for knowledge and love both come from her dust.

I sing bright praises to her colourful tulips,
The beauty of her trees makes me blush.
How sparkling the water flows from Pul-i-Mastaan!
May Allah protect such beauty from the evil eye of man!

Khizr chose Kabul to Paradise,
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Big Daddy 06 February 2018

Ms. Johnson Makes My DIck Hard

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Ershad Mazumder 26 October 2008

Hajaro salam for Mirza saab. Hajaro saal jiyo.

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, aryaindia 25 July 2008

I am totally in awe of this poem that is mystical and serene in its countenance and birth. Stunning write. arya

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