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Best Poems Written by Sohrab Rustom

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First Love

I want to die because of sorrow.
I wish I embrace you before joining the death row.
I`m ready to god taking everything I gain.
So that I can be with you one more day again.

Before you my life was meaningless.
Before you I didn't know what love is.
I am your gipsy, your pilgrim.
You are the key to my destine.

You are the first love; you, the last one 
My whole life is you, you the only one
You are the pure love God gifts me.
You were my love and you will be.

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Be My Love

Will you be my love?
Together we`ll build a nest of dove.
We`ll have couple of kids
And bring up them all the days and nights.

I will be yours you will be mine 
We will wander together and dine.
From hills to valleys and bines to fines.
We`ll cross black hole and the forbidden lines.

Oh! My lady, silently come.
 Let surrounding be deaf and dumb.
Stand frontward and hold your tongue.
Let the critic keep mum.

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Rainbow Girl

Oh!  Rainbow  girl. 
Your smile spreads pearl.
You have a pair of black eyes
as like as deep blue sky.
You seem to be very shy.
But one who looks at you definitely dies 

Parting of your black hair, 
I have ever seen. It`s rare.
To which will I compare your voice?
It`s tune of orchestra, not merely a noise.

Oh! Rainbow Girl,
You make my eyes null.
I see only you everywhere I look.
I get caught by an invisible hook.

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The Father

A Father feels numbness pain.
Thereafter he is fine He feign.
 It`s because of them whom he keeps in his vein.
He never thinks of his own loss or gain.
His heart is made of Iron does n`t tell yea or nay.
He might be crippled and broken even he cannot cry.
There is no one like him, he never bothers.
As a man he might be right or wrong but he is best as a father.

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Lifeclock

Life is like the hand of a wall clock.
God himself adorns and makes it unlock.
it constantly rotates in the blocked circle.
Noisy days bury its day long howl.

sleepless night unfold its untold talk.
Dead silence says how much acute its sound of tick-tock.