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Sanah Rahman K Poem
One can hear the wailing of truth
That echoes in the heart of earth
The voice of just floats in the air
That jerks him to be dare.
One can feel the blurring of rights
That engulf umpteen number of lives
The voice of protest melts in the dark
That leaves indeed a sound reflection.
One can taste the diminishing values
That trudge him back from humanity
The voice of truth adorns his dreams
That rouses him from the dormancy.
One can see the recurring of history
That grasps the brain of illusion
The voice of service knocks his conscience
That blends him back to society.
One can touch the quivering vein
That wraps his wisdom with an impulse
The voice of equity hails for success
That sucks him to the world of reality.
One can smell the aroma of freedom
That glistens over the face of morality
The voice of fraternity invades his mind
That calls him for action.
One can hope for a heavenly world
That shuts the door to violence
The voice of peace evokes his dreams
That restores the path of eternal bliss.
Copyright © Sanah Rahman K | Year Posted 2016
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Sanah Rahman K Poem
Strolling through the yard of a nest
Stirs my mind with a thrust
The dusk mourns in quest
For the mercy which fades in west.
Stepping in to the lounge of cheers
Discloses my heart with tears
Their eyes bury the pain
That hunts with a sense of vain.
Diffusing in to their lives
Drives my wonder to the hives
Of the helpless human souls
Who forgot to taste their goals.
Drifting the priority of man
Sets those eyes in ban
Those sighs haunt my ears
That foresees the loss of their dears.
Lacking the lustre in an age
Leaves those lives in the cage
An age that deserves dignity
With a heart engraved of pity.
Pouring a wave of love
Blows their fancy like a dove
Those moments are the best
In this quaint world of lust.
Seeking with a quench of thirst
Revives them with a burst
That floods across the shore
Over the speckles beneath the shore.
Departing from their lap
Rests my life with a gap
This is the wound that never heals
That sails along with the wheels.
Copyright © Sanah Rahman K | Year Posted 2016
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Sanah Rahman K Poem
Gone are those days
Those days of cheer n' joy
Those moments i spent with them
With my souls, my queens.
Blind thought flashes in me
Those cries are haunting me
Even in the very moment of life
My eyes shrink at them.
The marvellous sight of green
And the delicious scent of blossoms
Tickles my memories
The memories of delight.
The tales of the past era
Has fade in to a seamless world
The nakedness of hypocrisy
Has revived once again.
The sun intrude my thoughts
And the time kicks to depart
By leaving the tales of a period
In to a fairy land beyond the sea.
Copyright © Sanah Rahman K | Year Posted 2016
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Sanah Rahman K Poem
I am a little pot
With many tiny spots
People love me a lot
I feel always hot.
Once i was clayey mud
I lived under stony bed
People thought me as bad
I had felt very sad.
But on one pretty day
I was carried through a way
By a man who used my clay
To shape me as a pot by placing on a hay.
I was sold to a man
I felt i am in ban
And i seemed to ran
But he made me a pan.
Copyright © Sanah Rahman K | Year Posted 2016
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