Metaphor Masnavi Poems

I saw him today,
I recognise him with his particular wings,
And his sarcastic smile,
This time he holds...
A parchment in his hand,
Giggling so hard,
As he opened his...

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Samara...

Brilliant sunshine, silvery cloud;
looked down and found me lost in a crowd.
Some nights, I flew and followed the breeze.
Some nights, my world turned into a...

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 Hero’s game ….

I want to know, how should I play?
What are the rules, day after day?
I want to know, where is it gone?
What was...

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The Voice…

On a dark night that was darker than my pain,
     nothing was there for me except to complain.
I hid myself...

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Regret….

I flew once in a field full of flowers,
a field that was kissed by April showers.
I tasted all the jasmines, as they were new,
I did...

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