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Sirat Ahmad Haidary Poem
I came to a place where are no cars
I see no dirt but the clear skies
It is night and I look at the sky
I am amazed, shocked and engrossed
By the view of uncountable amounts of stars
Flowers with sweet scent refreshes the sense
The stars look brighter, the air blows delight
The sound of the lake and the tweets of the birds
Lead me reach inside, and find my own lights
Here, the sky above shows life
Where I live is covered with knife
Poisoning is what we all do to the nature
Broadening the dirt and pollution is quite rife
I came to a place where are no scars.
Sirat Haidary
11/Sept/2014
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Sirat Ahmad Haidary Poem
Moon Face
In dreams of you, I am sitting in a quiet garden
Looking at the beautiful full super-moon.
Night falls the garden is shrouded in a mist.
The moonbeams kiss the blossomed flowers.
The moonlight softly illuminates the beauty of her face.
I look out into the moon I see her lovely face.
She beckons me to come to laugh and love.
We laugh, we dance and we love.
The wind blows rapidly over my face.
The moon softly whispers in my ears,
The wind touch, the moon whisper reveals
I am here, she is there, hundreds of miles between
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Sirat Ahmad Haidary Poem
A young shepherd living near the hill,
taking his flocks everyday to drumlin.
He wonders deeply while sitting upon the rocks,
looking at afar house while feeding his flocks.
The shepherd's desire is fantasy of afar home,
that has golden windows behind hedge of anemone.
He wonders if the windows of the house are gold
how other appurtenance of the house are mould?
He starts his journey to there, finally after some time,
going along the way across the hill while biting a loaf of naan.
When arrives, he finds the house in fully collapsed condition.
There are no golden windows but a poor crumbled house.
He looks to his own house down the drumlin
surprised by the heavenliness of his own dwelling
The sun was casting back on his house's stained windows
just like the sparkling on the gold as the sun downs
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