Shamim Azad Poems

My taste of laugh ended to the nearest
Available turns of rivers of myths
Tearing apart the blanket of mist
Of the jealous woods.
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I've tuned time to the wind,
In every season, famine's shadow.
With the changes in rules and regulations
The robin can't unfold its delicate wings.
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I wasn’t born without complaints.
I announced with piercing shrieks
the first fault of this earth’s seasonal wheel.
I’ve displayed on my skin
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