Dimples do deceive
They too, hold a bit,
Who smilingly sit,
Few drops of tears in eyes.
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Wish
You think she would
Shed her precious tears,
For you?
Who's never cried in the life entire.
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The clock
Consider not it a meek sound,
This tick tucks tick tuck of the clock,
They, on your precious life,
Are strokes of deadly hammer.
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Hidden
Leave me alone,
Don't knock,
don't call,
Hide your smile,
Call not my name,
Am not in the mood,
Don't want to fall in love,
Oh My LOVE
Jahanzeb
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Wait
keeping the window open,
sitting on the sill,
holding pen in lips,
looking at the street end,
no one knows me waiting,
someone who hasn't promised,
Yet my dear I am waiting....
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Fancy
If verse is the truth,
Does any poet speak it?
If it's the world of fancy,
A fancy of delight,
In life of despair,
Then greater part of people,
Live lives of deception,
They dream but dream a fear,
Jahan
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Father, Me and My Son
Guided my soul,
When it was on roll,
Father my,
Of morals high,
Found pleasure in my smiles
To make me me, ran miles
I want to be,
As he's for me,
Hero, a super one,
For my cute little son.
Jahan Zaib: 23/11/2012
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Civilized
Civilized
Even these wonderful inventions,
The flying iron birds,
Swimming steel fish,
The nests touching the sky,
Could not prove you are Adam,
O man! You are Milton’s Satan,
Planning to destroy,
Or swerve Adam’s off spring,
From the right path,
Of Humanity
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I Can Feel You
I dream not riches but a night
Lit by a dim sweet moon light
Me and my sweet loving sweetheart
A sense of oneness and feeling of delight
Hand in hands and eyes in eyes
As if the whole word in front of me lies
None can we see and none can we feel
Night gets deeper, love on the rise
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I call it innocence
She calls school Shkool,
Never afraid to wake me up,
comes to me when weeping,
complains to me when hurt,
showing me the things of joy,
in the morning, waves bye,
celebrates my arrival,
brings smile with her smile,
makes worried with her silence,
Cute little daughter of Mine
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