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Waqar Khan Poem
A small bug walks just like a thief,
It does not know pain, it does not know grief.
It does not ask, “Why am I here?”
It lives its life without a fear.
The bug runs when the light is strong,
But it forgets—it moves alone.
It does not think of life or death,
It only feels the light, the breath.
But I have thoughts inside my mind,
Of things I lost, of time and time.
I ask too much, I feel too deep,
Even fear comes into sleep.
The bug is free—it lives, then ends,
No dreams, no past, no need to pretend.
But I carry all I know,
And that makes my life feel slow.
Maybe the bug is closer to peace,
It lives, it dies, and all will cease.
But I, who think and dream and try,
Fear to live—and fear to die.
Copyright © Waqar Khan | Year Posted 2025
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Waqar Khan Poem
Time's gone, religion's in decline,
Why don't we care about this line?
Used by tyrants, the poor consider it fate,
Do they care about the poor's state?
The night of darkness started soon,
But still shining the brightest moon.
Tyrants swimming in a pool,
Poor watching, feeling cool
Different religions, different rules.
Poor confused, but they are fools.
Horror dreams, horror thoughts,
They are holding charity pots.
Not sure! What future might grow,
But the brightest moon will always glow.
Copyright © Waqar Khan | Year Posted 2025
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Waqar Khan Poem
Your words, a double-edged sword,
Sometimes pierce like an arrow's chord,
Other times, they surface like a wound,
Leaving scars that forever resound.
Every step, like shifting sands,
I walked, veiled, with heart in hands,
Through your streets, where complaints did turn,
To hatred's form, and love did burn.
The whispers of our home's demise,
Scattered like leaves, with fading sighs,
I doubt your words, O preacher true,
Tell God, from His throne, to intervene anew.
Thousands of rebellions rose,
Yet not a single movement showed,
The cups were shallow, I confess,
Friendships were fleeting, a moment's caress.
Waqar, I've survived the stormy night,
The bonds of blood, a wrathful blight.
Copyright © Waqar Khan | Year Posted 2025
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