That sweet memory smiles now only in lectures.
Like flowers, Islam was bloomed;
People tell that tale now.
O Lord, we have read Islam
And heard about Islam;
Only we do not see it anywhere.
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I am tortured by my two ears;They carry me where nymps, like spears,Tear my heart with sweet songs and dance-Between you and me, grows distance.How I am tortured by my nose-She carries me where the fraud RoseAnd her sisters tease me with smell;I forget you, Life becomes hell.My tongue does not let me take rest,Makes…
What a life if there’s no sorrow?
Sayeed, your two eyes seem to betwo dead rivers, for the eyes aren’tdeluded with the pain of love.
My heart aches
Putting it on oven.My heart criesFor her who friesPutting it on oven.My heart worships her,For she’s my killer.
Going to slaughter the death like a bull felling it on ground
full of death more.Going to uproot the shrubs of weeds,we have filled our life-land with more weeds.Going to destroy the darkness with all its roots,we have fallen down slipping into the darkest ditch.Our wisdom is now eating our whole bodypecking at all limbs like a vulture.All our books and idle times of our laboratoriesare biting…
When, like cancer, people fear war and death
when people detest war and deathlike a dead rotten rat that spreads intolerable bad smellwhich way a mad dog detests water for its hydrophobia;when a bright city crowded like a river full to the brimgets vacant all on a sudden just after seeing a gun-what can the city be named then?Avoiding war is the nature…
Rain is divine,
Medicine fineThat kills all pains.When I feel boredAnd when lonely,Rain opens doorOf peace only.It offers peaceTo my desert.But it can’t reachThrone of my heartBecause this throneGod made for you;Though it I own,God made for you.