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I have been writing prose and poetry, for many years, and wrote my first poem, in my mid-teens.I always tried to write in a simple composition.
I have written nearly twenty songs plus more than hundred poems, many of them are published in various periodicals.But during the last two decades, I've not written a single verse.
After joining of this forum, I realized and want to express my feelings in Christopher Logue's words, that the more good poetry I read, the further I learn I am behind.
I fond of the ancient Greek civilization and inspired by their philosophers, so I've chosen the profile of Socrates, to ... more »
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Majid Zubedi Poems
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.
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.
Last year, we were together; today I sit where, once we were here.
A Little Poetess.
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;
I'm walking under the trees, And recall my memories. I will never forget those days, We used to meet in the holidays.
Jasmines Or You.?
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.
Layla, was the name of a girl; Who was a Gypsy-girl... Layla lived in the desert;
Now is the time, to change my mind. I'm no more writer, just turned to be a fighter.
Past Gives Souvenirs.
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.
My guitar my kindliest friend, Only it can please me, and, Give me much joyful time, When my feelings at its prime.
Ocean Of Tears.
In the Ocean of tears, Here are tides of sorrows; Sailing the yacht of hopes, In search of better tomorrow.
Rain! Rain! go away; You recall me those days; Which I don't want to remember, Even though hardly forget ever;
I am not a fighter, I am just a writer. Never in my life time, I took the sword,
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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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.
At your heart's door, why did I knock?
I have wounded my head against the rock.
From my side maybe Cupid forgets to throw;
But I'm bathing in blood by your side's arrow.
I have to see, how many times do you ignore?
I still waiting outside, when you slammed the door.
As one-sided love, my tenderness will be known;
During conversation if you do not mind the tone.