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Sohel Sharif Poem
well some of the dreams
and the melancholy of sweet sound of love
all maybe lost or washed away
but those that remains, are the graces of the Lord.
there may not be such a thing called eternal love
and there may be such issues called eternal hope
the ambiguity of this ambiance
makes the world go round and round.
the moments pass on
the testings of times as well
we wait for the unseen force to release the grace
and hope that the eternal hope lives forever in our heart.
Copyright © Sohel Sharif | Year Posted 2013
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Sohel Sharif Poem
each drops of incessant rain pours
its just all bore and boor
but the scent of success issues the awaiting game
the rules are set and the stage is ready.
the poet with no aspiration does not stumble
he has no dreams and has counted the passing moments
just doing the time- he jokes, and hope the rain drops will stop
but the heart as usually beats on cruelly without any melody.
he on the other side, mourns for the poet
as if it was all his call
the King of Solitude does not expect the touch of souls
rather the incessant rain to continue the ever pouring rain drops.
Copyright © Sohel Sharif | Year Posted 2013
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Sohel Sharif Poem
All on the days of structured weathering
And the times we spent in the graveyard
I only seek the office of the potential
I only seek the space of the conundrum
This was too much, as the old man whispered
This was nothing personal, just business
History only beckons as it would
I along with the poet only watch the delightful drama
Let us host trade fairs and let us watch the clouds
Even the rides of the amusement parks are free
The alliance of the partners are based on vows
I along with the poet will only watch the measured drama
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Sohel Sharif Poem
In this world
In this rugged world, hot and burning
Your house is so hard to find
You live eight thousand miles apart
I can't reach you every day or night
In this space that i adore, green and concrete
Your house is so close by
I wish i can just take a rickshaw and drop by
Still i can't reach you every day or night
You live in my heart
But you live in the other part of world
And i try and try to reach your heart
One of these days i will find your house
Author- Sohel Sharif
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