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اپنے مضمون كی اشاعت كے لئے مندرجه بالا ای میل اور واٹس ایپ نمبر پر تحریر ارسال كر سكتے هیں۔
Sajad
Dragging along my corpse across the hot sands
I was wrestling fiery gusts and memories of friends
where ultra violet rays would perforate my brains
a craft of the sun in dark burning plains…
I was nursing my exile and darkness in chaos
driving away the gains to celebrate the loss
in Spring raven spread a rumour in the sand
about the old oasis, about the wetland…
And I searched but in vain the aquatic sea gulls
and pigeon the messenger and the foreteller bulbuls
the deafening hush decreased and died at the end
by a sharp crispy noise of lark in the sand…
Wilful oriental breeze as usual ill at ease
playing soft music but no one was pleased
now preaching famous myths of old aborigines
storms came to overthrow the infected leaves…
When winter came claiming its snow-white past,
like a poor wife of prince crazy for outcast
but procured coincidently secret of deep slumber
to overcome the pains of doleful December…
at last summer said to the camouflaged demon
“devour every heart and begin with the brave one”.
and those behind shrubs should never comprehend
abnormal fear only nurture the primitive trend…
MANUU LKO
