Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi

Come spring come, run friend run,

Stop spring stop, papa mama talk,
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Bank across a broke, I was standing.
The evening enlarged its fence.
Solitude entangled in declension and ascension.
My heed was quavering when I saw,
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The spring is here, look around,
Flowers are blooming on the ground.
Beauty is dancing everywhere,
Birds are flying here and there.
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Would that I were sap of flower,
In their veins, I would run with power!
The flying bees fly in search of me,
Would suck from the veins with glee.
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I wish I were a nightingale,
Flying all day over hill and dale!
Looking down on the many faces of earth,
In search of those who suffer agonies since birth.
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One cute morning, in the room,
I was mocking with my gloom.
The close window opened at once,
I peeked outside, on a chance.
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One afternoon, in the forest,
Under the tree, did I rest.
On the tree, I saw a nestling,
He was jolly, in the nest.
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Twinkle twinkle my lovely star,
Although from me, you are very far.
The star says, 'I despite my remoteness,
For your victory I look I confess.
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See see see sight,
Which is very bright.
Having fallen the sleet,
The rain bow does me greet.
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