Majid Zubedi

Yet I have not become, your center of attraction;
Though you've got the place of my all affection.
How hard I've tried, but you do not recognize;
My destiny maybe hopelessness, now I realize.
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A poet, never developed in a day,
It's a continuous journey through the burning path;
But he never compromises with hypocrisy,
And fights against the lie till his death.
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I'm walking under the trees,
And recall my memories.
I will never forget those days,
We used to meet in the holidays.
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Last year,
we were together;
today I sit where,
once we were here.
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She is looking beautiful, in her pink dress;
Along with some thoughtful expressions on her face.
She doesn't know, I'm seeing from the door;
That change in her behavior, I never saw before;
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Cherie! May I give to jasmines, your name?
Their perfume is just like your scent.
When I touch jasmines, they shy as you used to be;
That's why jasmines, recall your memory.
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Fourteen hundred years ago, you martyred our Hussain;
Maybe history has been repeated again;
It is an eternal war between good and evil,
And you are today's Yazeed, O! Cruel-man.
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Now is the time,
to change my mind.
I'm no more writer,
just turned to be a fighter.
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O! My Papa! I miss you very much;
I feel lonely and crave for your touch.
You used to enter the house and call me;
I used to run to you and around your knee.
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My guitar my kindliest friend,
Only it can please me, and,
Give me much joyful time,
When my feelings at its prime.
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In the Ocean of tears,
Here are tides of sorrows;
Sailing the yacht of hopes,
In search of better tomorrow.
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Rain! Rain! go away;
You recall me those days;
Which I don't want to remember,
Even though hardly forget ever;
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I am not a fighter,
I am just a writer.
Never in my life time,
I took the sword,
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Today I've been sad;
Now I feel, I'm mad.
I'd burnt in a flame,
But thought, it is love's glow;
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Layla, was the name of a girl;
Who was a Gypsy-girl...

Layla lived in the desert;
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Yes you are Mighty!
And I've no authority,
But I want to know,
Do you like puppet-show.
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When 'the beginning of the end' starts;
It's far imagining, what feels the heart.
You have to live against your will;
Thoughts are frozen how time will be killed.
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Winter is a nice season,
when look through the glazed-window;
Stand near the fireplace,
and dressed like a hero.
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I've the history across the years;
but I've never burst into tears.
as much as I've found this time;
one of the worst kind;
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If you are forced to be away, from me;
and Heaven decides that I live forlornly.
we haven't loved just for the first time;
if recall centuries back, you ever being mine.
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