Sadman Nehal Poems

Taste my sword - a lightning bolt,
To divinity's way, a blessing jolt.
Is it the deed?
That my companions dreamed.
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When the night comes with the moon,
And you shiver by the sound of a loon,
Hold and squeeze me tight,
Let me comfort with divine's light.
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I question with wrath—
My friend, where's my fiend?
'Buried alive, ' he said, walking by the path.
Rushed I pulled by the collar,
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You look like the star Sirius,
Leading to my attachment serious.
You are a beauty by the outside,
Question unasked of the inside.
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