POEM 165
DAUGHTER OF PHARAOH
" Oh Shauq!
weak of courage..
Tell me...
How will you tolerate
the extreme burning
of my beauty...
Like Pharaoh's Daughter
with boiling blood
coursing in my veins
nourishing me...
as the Nile does Egypt?"
Thunderous the voice
which speaks to me
And I am set aflame
With one look at her
Her power is youth
with a sparkling smile
crystal laughter
and eyes of deep concern
But this girl ...Cleopatra
lived in a snake's shadow
Now lessens the distances
between the ages
These eyes now behold
The angel of Caesar's soul
attacked at the heart
submitted defeat
By your great beauty
I am now enslaved
demander of love
destines history's repeat
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POEM 166
AT THE RISK OF BROKEN FEELINGS
It is an admission...
A day of judgement may come
But is it possible ...
The dwellers of Muddy houses
equal in courage
May spend their life
as human beings.
Or...
Is to great the risk
to Pashto's dignity
in this course.
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POEM 167
AT THE DEATH OF
AN ADMIRER
The one...
Who made opened
closed paths of life
for me
The one...
encouraging
to walk ahead
bravely
Today...
Bad fortune has come
in mourning
I stand
Sadly..
In tears of prayer
at the grave ...
The one
Heart cries
feelings of great loss
seeking peace
But where...
I stand...
tombstones of the dead
around me
alone.
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POEM 168
THE VALUE OF LIFE HERE
When gone...
I pride myself
thinking ...
I would be
held dear by my people
Whenever...
The broken graves
sadly...
I gaze at
I feel of little worth
My value ...
merely pennies
because...
those now dead
valueless to my nation..
that known to be a marshal
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POEM 169
THE ACCUSED OF FACTS… GALILEO
Closed eyes of justice
The church of old
lacking understanding
Condemned you
That judgement
would sentence me
also a criminal
The crimes ....
enlightenment
I eat ...wear ...
and stay in that light...
brightened by the sun
And when night falls
still I stay in that light
be it by the moon
or by the lamp.
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POEM 170
TO MICHAEL ANGELO
(In front of his naked statue)
In the deep concern
and love of art
This sculpture
given to life
by stone and marble
You ...
maker of angels
a muse of Satan.
And here....
in stone you stand
so alive
prepared to breath
attractive
looked upon
by the ladies
who salute you
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POEM 171
THE HOLLY CITY'S FRAUD LIFE
There...
fraud is art ...
Its relationships
lust and love
Where their values
survive by selfishness
The naughty girls of Rome
without money
nor possessions
knows nothing
but drinking
and hot hugging
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POEM 172
EMPTY POCKET
The one quoted
often by me
model to others
lover as I am
went away...
Why...
Her hand raised
my pocket empty
Spoke words of hate
turning away
heading towards the Bazaar.
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POEM 173
IN THE RHYTHM Of MOZART
Feel it
these scenes
the singing
sweet music
in the rhythm of Mozart
For me
so strange
my weaving
in great joy
in the rhythm of Mozart
Am I
Mozart
incarnate
writing words
in the rhythm well I know.
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POEM 174
MILES STONES
Unaware....
the sweet effects
that her loving
has had on me.
Sometimes...
Intense the feelings
as I reach out
to find myself.
Something
always follows ...
I try to escape
Keeping on the move
Looking...
There left behind
Path of foot prints
My mile stones
