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Mazhar Butt Poem
Love all hate none
is a common saying
I too fell prey to it
And Fell in love ....
My love worked well
As long as there was sunshine
It vanished as the night approached
my shadow was no more with me
Love was gone
At least for a day
Can love be so intermittent?
How could love change faces so soon?
Is it really love
Or just a mirage?
Copyright © Mazhar Butt | Year Posted 2015
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Mazhar Butt Poem
Who are you
Your father's son or daughter
Or your mothers?
If you are your father's
You gotta have his surname
But if you are your mother's
Her name you don't take
But once you get married
Oh, boy! Your surname won't change
Hey girls, What makes you change your surname?
This is anomalous
Seemingly unfair
Discriminative
An assault on women rights
A blow to the fair sex
Whoever hath made this rule
He must be a damn big fool!!
Copyright © Mazhar Butt | Year Posted 2014
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Mazhar Butt Poem
What a pussy is my pussy cat
soft, silky, shiny n delicate
touching her makes me feel
mouth-melting goody chocolate
she would purr, turn and mew
warming herself up and me
she wags her tail up up and down
like a waggling kite flying free
she would push and rub my hand
when i gently scratch her back
i would poke her erect ears
her smooth contour i would track
Her claws are hellish razor sharp
but she'd never swipe at me
she and i share innocent love
together we play with joy and glee.
when i hold the pussy in my lap
I could clearly feel her heart beat
her throbbings are like a virgin bride
her bloom would feel like gossamer treat.
By mazhur
Copyright © Mazhar Butt | Year Posted 2014
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Mazhar Butt Poem
As thin as a thistle Santa in chimney got stuck
In the passage heavily blocked by years of muck
struggling through the soot
Santa fell down like a coot
And came out looking like a dark fancy duck.
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Mazhar Butt Poem
Life and death
Are mysterious things
You love a living one
in your Heart,
By your heart
You also love a dead one
But in your Mind, in your memory
When your beloved is no more
When she is dead
Your love shifts places
From Heart to Mind
You want her corpse to be removed
as soon as possible
and buried, burnt in fire
Or left to the vultures
depending on what last ceremonial plan
you believed in
and chose to perform
Living ones are loved
Dead ones too
but death is so scary
that whenever someone dies
one tries to get rid of him atonce!
Copyright © Mazhar Butt | Year Posted 2014
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Mazhar Butt Poem
BeAdab gustakh jab aulad ho jaye
Chain sukh maa'n baap ka barbaad ho jaye
Cheen le budbakht jo walid ka sarmaya
Jeete jee kion baap na barbad ho jae
Aasteen ka saamp that beta nhi the woh
Maut ae usko woh barbad ho jae
Baap kee jo he raza Allah kee bhi he
Aashna is qaul se aulad ho jae
Maa'n ke hee pairoan talay jannat ko kar talash
Rah se bhatka jo too barbaad ho jae
Beta boorhay baap ka baazu he kehlata
Beta ye na samjhay toh barbaad ho jae
Nek o taabaydar ho aulad to wallah
Walideen ka dil khushi se shaad ho jae
Kia karein woh waladeen jab nakhalaf beta
Mayel e jaur o situm eejaad ho jae
Qibla o Ka'aba kuch kumtar nhi maa'n baap
Kaash hurmat aashna aulaad ho jae
Deen o dunya chin gaee naKhalf betay se
Baap per jo mayel e bedaad ho jae
Tu ne mera dil dukhaya to he mere lal
Hashr tak tu unsuni faryaad ho jae
Kion na ho jae pidar phir zinda dar-goar
Jab pisar badbakht hee sayyad ho jae
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Mazhar Butt Poem
Dozakh aur Sharab.........
Tere laboan ka rang mile ga gulaab mein
Teri nigah e naaz ka nasha sharaab mein
Mil jaye gar woh aik baar mujh ko khwaab mein
Rakh doon ga dil ko cheer ke unki janaab mein
Dozakh mein mil rahi he mujhe peene ki saza
aatish bharak rahi he suboo-e-sharaab mein
Behre tashaffi aaen ge Muhammad e Mustafa
Bakshe gunah jayen ge roz e hisaab mein
Dil ki kitaab band na krna kabhi ay dost,
parhna likha hua he jo roshan kitab mein
Moosa ko gadriye ki samajh aaee na jo dua,,.
makhmoor tha woh nikhwat e baar e sawab mein
Du pal ka he suroor jo rakhe Khuda se dooor
shaitan ka he shor o shar sharb o sharab mein
Peeri mein sab ko aati he yaad e khuda hee kion?
he lutf jab ho yaad e khuda bhi shabab mein
by mazHur
Copyright © Mazhar Butt | Year Posted 2014
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Mazhar Butt Poem
All eggs are White when Laid
But some may not be as good as others
Even if kept safely in a safe environment
you only come to know about this
(unless you had tested them for fitness in some other way)
when they crack and at least one of them
Turns out to be a bad bad egg
Like a black sheep of the family!
Copyright © Mazhar Butt | Year Posted 2015
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Mazhar Butt Poem
What is Today
Shall be History tomorrow
All that comes
Shall ultimately Go.
Who was born
When was born
Where was born
What he did
How he did
When did he do
Where did he do
All shall be recorded
In books of history
Historians some
Could be contemporary
And many shall write
Later on.
One will write
Some have'nt written
Before
Others will rest their accounts
On past tellers
Value adding it
Some will say
Milton was blind
Others will say
He was only myopic!
Many agree
Shakespear was British
Yet a few still doubt
He was an Arab Sheikh!
Some will pen down
Horrors of War,
Rule by Kings and Queens,
Tyrants, Dictators, Sultans
And Saints and Prophets,
The stories of their Rise and Fall
But them never having seen 'em all themselves
But they will insist
Such and such never happened
Or
If happened but not that way
The way of the other Historians
History, some say
Is a Bundle of Lies
But I will say
History is a turning Wheel
Which keeps rotating
Eternally
From one point to another
In Space and Time
Without a dwell
Some might be alive to see
It Turning Right
But later Generations
Using the art of Semantics,
Critical Thinking, Logic
And the magic of Imagination
Will blow their Own Horn
And Declare
That it turns Left.
Copyright © Mazhar Butt | Year Posted 2014
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Where in the world will you find a girl
Whom you could say, 'I love you', my pal
And she says in return
Come on, let us have fun
sit beside me on the couch, curl and twirl.
Copyright © Mazhar Butt | Year Posted 2014
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