Aftab Alam Poems

When the snowy heart with gloomy agony melts
Then dream scatters with dying stony breath pelts
Ah! Night brings the dew to breathe the hope lightly
This is the life and hope that sprouts shining spritely
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Life is an art,
'Tis the desire,
Sometimes like a spacecraft,
Sometimes worst than bullock-cart,
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One day all have to depart,
Away from the human eyes,
Although I'll not be here,
My presence will be felt,
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She lays nude, on the lap of my mind,
I care and ease until stars freeze
Her whisper, a calm breeze,
I lay asleep; dreaming to find...
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Up there on that hill
There’s a thatched house with eves
I know; there he lives.
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Poetry is not my passion
‘Tis my commotion
Poetry is not my emotion
‘Tis a seduction
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She hid within me, down deep and slept
When closed my eyes, I unwept, wept
O the tide of time, she danced brightly on you
Let the evening come, hand to hand unto
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Be,
The word of emptiness
That fills void
Be
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We keep hens as they lay eggs,
Either we make omelet or boil,
Or let them hatch to their eggs
Chicks to roast or fry with oil,
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I told you, be quiet..
I am not a poet,
Not a writer,
Not a philosopher,
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