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Hashim Nizamani Poem
As a youth of
fourteen, I saw you
first,
With silky hair
waving, waving
along the cheecks,
You nodded, talked,
moving hands, trod,
I could not hear, but
lovely lips played.
Fancy I more, and
more lose sense,
What charm, what
beauty,
what power you
possess!
This sight I sought
whenever I drearmed,
Nothing I want, if i
see you once again.
Alas! What I call the
destiney, that takes
you far away?
The void feels ghastly,
and mush is in tumult;
Wherupon I seek u?
Whereupon I perch?
Loneliness my
destiney, I am robbed
of the rest,
How long I live alone?
How long tolerate?
Let me go
unconscious, let me
annihilate .
Hashim.
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Hashim Nizamani Poem
My heart is a piece of
land
with love, you must
cultivate,
for you, the juicy fruit
will not be late.
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Hashim Nizamani Poem
It's curious, finding
the way to God's truth,
Men knotting their
faith as holding it fast,
If called wrong, they
fight with nail and
tooth,
By words they first
attack, then sowrd at
last.
Methinks it wrong to
fight with men for
God,
Who made the earth,
stars, moon and sun
in heav'n,
In face of religion, see
disguised fraud,
Can't God himself
keep his foe driven?
He, who makes blood
run in veins of men,
Provides lungs from
huge air stores,
And food he feasts
from oceon, air and
plain,
Do need you fulfil
that Mighty's chores?
A man's needed to
have his faith inside,
Unlike rough, smooth
air raises good
smooth tide. Hashim
nizamani.
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Hashim Nizamani Poem
I am lonely, lying on
my bed,
Not forlorn, I've
history on my head,
Kings' honour,
wars that emporers
waged,
The death toll, the
faces hungery, pale,
I am lonely, lying on
my bed,
Not forlorn, I've
history on my head,
Bleeding horses,
tumbling on bodies
dead,
Injured soldiers, who
bore iron hoofs,
Wanting water,
panting for breath,
I am lonely, lying on
my bed,
Not forlorn, I've
history on my head,
The castle that makes
you wonder,
Wasn't for purpose of
astonishment,
They made it to hide
them, feel a little safe,
Wasn't that broken?
Killed, looted men.
I am lonely, lying on
my bed,
Not forlorn, I've
history on my head.
God made the holly
man, angels were
afraid,
They warned their
almighty, questions
were raised,
God denied all that,
and with pride He
said:
Ye know nothing of
what your Lord
intend.
I am lonely, lying on
my bed,
Not forlorn, I've
history on my head.
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Hashim Nizamani Poem
"I am in search of God," said he!
Have u ever searched 4 ur own self?
U betrayer of humanity?
You follow the non-existing,
In the invisible fields of fancied fables,
U r living in dreams,
Dreams that never come true,
What good r they?
U walk in ur sleep, and
Tread the heads of feeble ones,
I, the awaken one, shake u in ur slumber,
U push me with ur hands, and hit
U brag in ur sleep,
U tremble in ur dreams, when u open ur eyes,
The over-burdened eyes with sleep,
U go to sleep again, and
Search for the invincible one
To make Him ur patron,
In the invisible fields of fancied fables...
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Hashim Nizamani Poem
The light that gleams
on the palm,
Flashes into my dull
eyes,
Eyes, that are dull,
don't let it touch my
heart,
My heart is drowned
in the dark shadows
of sorrows,
It wants the light of
hope, of love and
peace,
What shall I do?
When all hopes 've
already died,
The light that passes
through the shivering
green leaves,
Does not reach my
heart, only reflects on
my eyes.
Light is free, but not
my heart,
My heart is chained
with the chains of
despaire,
The chains that bound
it with force unkown,
Will be broken
someday, must be
shattered I hope,
I hope against the
hope, though all the
hopes are dead,
Yes, I know! I know,
that all hopes are
dead...
Hashim...
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Hashim Nizamani Poem
I wanna bust this
world into pieces
small, i wanna crush it
hard and let not it
glow its evil rays
anymore. I wanna cut
all the peoles of all
nations by their
throats and watch
them shivering out of
pain, for a man is
more devilish than
the devil himself...
Hashim.
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