Quaid - Uz- Zaman Poems

Remembrance
is
a prayer, lines with sharp edges;
No to negation, where it meets the miracle
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If this becomes true,
nothing else could be truer,
and all the precedents
were as true as this.
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To be a part of it, come to the same level
Of thirst and love.
Let tears be swept away by the salty sea,
And share the revolt and beats of our hearts
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Be it, and it happens; you call it magic.
And every magic is an art—the art of science.
Be a cause; see, the apple did not fall in vain.
What could happen to the salamanders if they
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Every time I take an oath, I eventually break,
My hands are not clean, though I wash them well.
They gather dirt and dust from unknown sources,
Plunging me into unending suffering.
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Archives or museums we love
and fact sheets, check lists and data processing
as we do;
with inputs that bring output we hardly
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All things go the other way,
The home now becomes the second,
Third, and so on—
Towards the final place;
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Water has lost Its fluidity
it no longer holds its memories
of stones and pebbles,
of a journey
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Seasons change, and
so do we.
The same planet, the sun, and the moon—
the same.
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Just before doing this, let us do some mathematics,
As without having problems,
There is no use for philosophy.
Let us sit face to face, talk, or
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