Gulam Abbas Hashmi

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Outcome

Poem by Gulam Abbas Hashmi

I started a search, to even my lord;
it ended, on the verge my Lord was slain.
The mystery of truth, the mightiness of being-
all centered on me; all was lost in one gain.

The mocking of dour, the subduing art;
and barking of bullying blasphemy talks,
the wisdom; to carry a bountiful stock
rest now; all spent, in this pit, in this dark.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 7, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, August 23, 2010