The Speed
To exaggerate is not the work of man,
I tell you fact, neither more or less
What incredible feelingly I did behold,
When my ethereal self was returning,
From the journey long, during the flight
Rested a while in front of a mansion,
Entered straight into it and saw,
The secret diligent hands busy at work,
The young servants unaware of indolence,
Preparing the records on the scrolls.
In the very spacious hall was a heap
Of books with crippled pages, brown and old,
As the rains had spoiled them all.
Took then I a few to read the lines,
But the ancient words made them mysterious,
And I could not make out a word single.
Then one who seemed to be the master of house,
Looked with displeasure, I put them down;
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Swaang
How quickly runs time with the paces quite inaudible!
And how speedily slips snubbing the stock of delights!
How sweet memories leave behind the spots indelible!
How pleasures vanish as seasonal birds take flights!
Hardly I was only years five old and nothing was told,
About the polluting profanities of silver and gold,
I recall when my uncle took me to the village nearby,
To see Swaang 1 when the stars did shine in the sky.
Half way I walked catching fingers on the boulders,
And half way I travelled sitting upon the shoulders,
With legs around his neck, gripping his head tight,
On the serpentine way twisting now left, then right.
The drum beaters, the pipers were crowded around,
By the villagers, dancing with the rhythmic sound.
Then they sat on the cots arranged, in the circle placed,
Some sat on the walls and some on the roofs abased.
They gathered to be amused with the crude players,
Who were babblers, gabblers and nothing but sayers.
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The Last Eve in the Metropolis
When skies begin to change,
New shawls of the seasons,
The people dress themselves
In new costumes,
And begin to keep
The old ones in the trunks,
Then you halt for a while to remember me!
I am a redundant attire
Of every crawling moment.
When birds begin to migrate
From the old regions,
Swarms soar onwards in the skies,
And they begin to ground themselves
In the valleys;
When some sparkling bird bathes,
In circles of the lake of memories
And fluttering his wings flies,
And when that diminishes,
Each moment into distant skies,
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To The Eid Crescent
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Oh, Crescent!
Be blessed with the moments pleasant,
May flourish you ahead on the path.
Oh, Crescent!
Glow on their tents,
Who move trench to trench,
Since ages afar from the dear ones;
Dive into their hearts,
Who pant in the narrow cells of hospitals;
Bless them with tidings,
Who in the hope to be released,
Suffer the pangs of their innocence.
Dwell in the eyes of a damsel,
Who suffers ceaseless infliction
Of parting pangs;
For the season of courting pleasures.
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A Dialogue With The Man Of New Century
O! Modern man
Of the new century,
Resting in my back bone,
Waiting anxious,
For the moment of creation.
I know,
In exultation to become a flower
From the seed,
Your tiny feet are restless;
To touch the terrestrial planet of the Earth,
But you wait a little,
Stay in the very tavern of creation.
On the creasy existence,
Of this old Mother Earth,
The environ of life
Is not yet congenial.
Sense of hearing
Is becoming infertile,
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