Abul Kayyum Poems

I let you return with folded hands
I let you return with folded hands
And raise a silent cool
And raise a cool silence
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Touch my heart, touch my soul
Touch me heart and soul
Touch my love that’s not lost in burning
And the bird of soul
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Ominous Earth veils her tearful eyes
With the loose end
of darkness, her night gown,
For ever.
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Sky is covered by skyscrapers
And the sunrise by mortars
Roses of tub bloom in shade
Where air passes zigzag
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Some smokes are vandalist, belligerent from
Open or underground dens, but break themselves
To small fragments and then spread or wither.
Some smokes, fundamentalist with fragrance of attar
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I record you,
I record you, darling
As the moon both light and scandal,
As the youth both bliss and secretion.
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Life’s tune, the captive in memory-cage, cause the long future to caper.
It’s a strange land, O brother. The exulted generations are on reciting
hymn for the shedded roses. And they lye at length
on a stage of endless, burnt noon.
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(Dedicated to the Language Martyrs,1952)
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You printed the land with blood
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I tell you to understand, not to make you understand - -
blunt weapons are used in drama stage, not in war field
and a battle can not be fought
by a commander slept on the back of a horse
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No doubt I am hand to mouth
But hoist a flag of poetry
No doubt I am a trash and a prey of crash
But hoist a flag of peace
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