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Shabeeh Haider Kazmi Poem
Again from the shadows
Rises that scoundrel
Riding on envy
Armed with naked cynics
Dedicated not to betray
The Lord of hatred
For he is ordered
To scoff the adore
Yet he is unsure
About the shine that still hold
Eternal is the nature’s mystery
What comes in its way, becomes history.
Copyright © Shabeeh Haider Kazmi | Year Posted 2015
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Shabeeh Haider Kazmi Poem
I feel like a gadget
Working without a delay,
Designed without the feelings
Of rest and stay,
Processing just for material
I am not living the life,
I have no time
To look for love,
Forgotten is the shine
That powers me up,
No piece of peace
No calm in sleep,
Is this you call life?
Having stress so rife!
I have become, the living dead
Far away, from Nature’s bed,
This isn’t the life
That I am born for,
I am the soul
That’s created for love,
I have to learn
To give and take,
Share the grief, give love and respect
I can bet you, this way is perfect.
Copyright © Shabeeh Haider Kazmi | Year Posted 2015
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