Rasaq Malik

After a memorable day,
When death has wrapped,
Our kinsmen,
With a soft naked sand,
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 Ode to Village
Whistling voice of the cuckoo bird,
Sacred scene in muddy attire,
Gong chant with its croaky voice,
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 NIGHT...
When evening erode,
And the naked night elope,
Spreading the carpet of darkness,
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Near the shed of past memory,
With its naked mud standing still,
Swamp marshy field of our lane,
And million weep of flying leaves.
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On my flight Come with me and let travel fast,
To a place where we shall rest,
And perch our love on our happy heart,
Let stay together till Death comes.
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The world is brutal,
Our soul is violent,
This naked world of limit stay,
Nature hunting Nature.
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See Her!
With her cunning rags,
flowing down to kiss the mother earth,
Shouting for a mass look.
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On my back,
I heard a voice,
An infant voice indeed,
Clinging on my flesh to breastfeed,
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Nature being,
On Earth fingers,
Bygone Nature,
On Earth carpet,
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When the earth open wild...
Call upon the helpless soul,
To a solitude arena,
Of limitless stay.
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