Quaid - Uz- Zaman Poems

Remembrance
is
a prayer, lines with sharp edges;
No to negation, where it meets the miracle
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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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If this becomes true,
nothing else could be truer,
and all the precedents
were as true as this.
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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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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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in a terrain,
a hermit of its soul's kind,
amidst all the noises, excesses, and lack of rest,
is restful until it settles down the heavy metals on the floor,
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One long day is not too short;
It holds both the sunrise and sunset,
And wings carry all the shades of light and shadows.
With moments together, nothing is more or less;
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This is inferno. It has let loose all the horrors.

We created it and loved or hated it.
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Not a great work,
other than this act of dying!
To make an end of a beginning—
this, a journey, woven with shadows and light,
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Everything I have, all borrowed and gifted;
And I owe to the small, high, and great.
Nothing is mine—innocence or crime
And all that is acquired and inherited;
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