Shahida Latif

Tears are pure transparent,
The molten fluid of pangs,
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Who has handed over the iron wands,
Hammers, spanners to flowery hands?
Who has killed all the twinkling worms,
Snatching toys and dolls of fairylands?
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In the miseries of life,
Amid the grove of ambitions,
At one night I alone pondered,
What is this love, heathenness?
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Whenever I depart
To the new destinations,
Your memories
Begin to emerge up in the mind.
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Though the world is hazy obscure,
Smoke envelops its spheres,
Humanity grapple, wrestle for minor causes,
Blinded by the ghosts of impatience,
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17- The Victory
Both the parties contest the game of blood,
One kills hundred; the other hundred one,
The other wins the victory only for the one,
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O! Man,
Do some thing sensible,
Though of a little value and worth;
If you do not have the courage,
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Lo! Who is being down loaded,
From the ambulance,
Covered with the bed sheet,
All spotted with blood,
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When the sons and daughters of Adam and Eve,
The Vice of all creatures rise from the seat,
To the heavenly spheres contain in themselves,
A pack of divine wisdom, fragrance of all roses,
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The calamities

Calamities are the beasts of prey,
They hide couching along the route of life,
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The Encaging Walls Shattered
After the ages long today,
I heartily wept a lot,
After the ages long today,
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A Mesh
Over the loathsome lying culture,
I see a hovering leading vulture,
Came from the distant alien land,
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To the Gushes of Wind
Oh! The winds your gentle gushes,
Bear with the fragrance of the land,
Of five waters, the dust of the streets,
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The forsaken are recollected,
The forgotten are remembered,
But one who resides in the deep,
Recesses of the temple of the heart,
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Ah! I am despised to see the moving dustbins,
Containing the scrap of greed, avarice and hate,
Indifference, selfishness and too callousness.
The men and women though they seem to me,
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The World: a moving alive picture,
A display, exhibition of pain,
Saddening events and agonizing soreness,
Where blood flows, shreds lay scattered,
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My heart urges for the sun,
To enkindle its dark world;
For the moon,
To relish with the vision,
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The writers, the men of intellect,
Need not make endeavours,
To make the heaps of books enormous,
To overcrowd the markets with the rubbish,
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One wintry cold midnight I abased,
Amid the ruins,
The moonlight impinged,
On features of the scattered objects,
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The dull, dismal murky thoughts,
At one night troubled my peaceful sleep,
And drove me out of the confined house,
I roamed through the silent deserted street,
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