Peace Will Be On The Earth
When wars launched for peace,
Will finish by consuming their ferocity,
And they will eliminate,
The signs of life on the Earth,
And when the planet,
Will go singed and lifeless,
Around the sun,
Through the boundless spaces,
All sleeping, silent,
And cockroaches will rule the world,
There will be peace,
Yes! Peace, peace on the Earth.
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There Exists Someone Around
Written By Sughra Sadaf
Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
There is someone around,
As hard as a rock,
But invisible as wind;
I can neither see Him nor hold,
Nor He has any shadow.
Sometime He seems like a dark cloud,
That often surrounds my entity,
And supports my hand
By not letting them down,
Someone props when I uplift
Them for a prayer.
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The Last Day Of Life On The Earth
The womb
Of the earth is bleeding,
Perhaps
The last day of life on this
Planet has reached;
The same day, when
The air will begin to simmer;
And the space
To quench its thirst will gulp
The seven seas.
War
Is constantly in our chase,
Let us to save our lives
Should flee to the Mars.
(Written by Jawaaz Jafri Translated by Muhammad Shanazar)
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On The Night
The beauteous bride dressed in black,
Whose fair forehead is adorned,
With a huge round piece of gold,
Glowing galaxies are fretted,
In the combed lustrous dark hair.
Always comes out after the sunset,
Walks behind the groom of day,
With modest gait, blushed shy face,
Exposing what revealing light conceals,
But hides the frail deeds of humanity.
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A Reverie
(An Acrostic Tribute In Respect Of Saman Roy)
Sweet honeyed words slip
Adding to the enthralling charm of her
Mellowness, rarely bestowed to womankind
Animating the latent passive hearts:
Nourished, drunk the vintage cold.
Reverie of the ajar awakening eyes,
Officious, open-hearted and honest
Youthful, yet sagacious and coy.
Saman Roy, Saman Roy, Saman Roy
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The Moon Put Over The Clouds
One night The Moon
From the assemblage of stars,
Descended on the roof.
He spoke to me steadily whispering,
“With deserted eyes,
Come ahead and touch me.”
I was afraid, I was shy,
And addressed thus
“How it may happen? ”
When He isisted on being touched,
I wished,
Going ahead I should touch it,
Bu till then,
The Moon went behind the clouds.
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Poison! Poison!
Poison I breathe, poison I eat,
And poison poison I do drink,
Poison are my thoughts, poison are my acts,
Poison are my sleeps, poison are my dreams,
My blood is poison, poison is my flesh,
And poison poison are my bones.
Wherever I move
I envenom my fellow beings,
And enlarge my kingdom,
This is how my life goes on,
Living in the world: all poison poison.
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Love: A Gift
Love is a gift
For the Special Ones,
It is fragrance of the roses,
Shyness,
Delicacy,
Perplexity,
And tinkle of the petals
Fondness of flower fly,
Silence of the airs;
It contains,
The glimpse of moon,
The shine of stars,
Heat of the sun,
And whisper of the breeze;
Love is a gift,
For the special ones.
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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Your Tone Is Twisting
The earth is the same,
And the sky is the same too;
This heart is an ocean,
And the eyes are its whirlpools,
Belief is the same,
And same are the delusions,
The moon and galaxy are the same,
Your form and feastures,
your conversation are the same,
But I have the sense for many days,
The sun is thawing
Decending into clamours;
In fact you tone is twisting.
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An Astrologer
He sat beside the road,
And was busy in telling the people,
What fates have been ordained,
I impulsively stopped beside him,
And inquired,
“What fortune is you own,
Do you know? ”
He became distressed,
Then he composed himself
And responded,
“Lo! How deep is creased
The line of swindling at my palm.”
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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