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Immortal Bamyan Budhdha
Oh heaven… Cease to exist there!
And fall on them: the abbot of unreason!
They play mortal games on immortal themes
with faint afflation they desecrate
years old medium of tenets divine.
The hands that rose for blessing
lay in the dust and the legs that led
people onto the path of amity
were without mass and stood on no path
the lotus-wide ears grew for people’s misery
to build a heaven of comfort for them.
The heart that did no harm to any humans:
he professed neither God-ism nor atheism
no one must have an ism to fight on
the holy body was desecrated beyond excuse.
Oh heaven… Cease to exist there!
And fall on them: the abbot of unreason!
They’d done this to many temples and mosques
and brought no sense but lacerating hearts.
Should they meet their end in a place unknown?
and vanish into a dark forest and no one mourns.
Oh heaven…Cease to exist there!
And fall on them: the abbot of unreason!
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Khurshid Alam
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