Muhammad javed zeshan Poems

What a great problem the world facing?
Will you please come to the casing?
A hundred thousands millions dollars
Are going to be spent by the “scholars”
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Million years before, after a great storm
The Crown of creations was born
With fifties feet height with five feet hair
With powerful muscles with a face, fair
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Where are the gardeners, the roses are withering?
In the heat of selfishness in the beat of firing
No where I can see the medicine found
They all are helpless their death is bound
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When you go away from me
My breath seems to be stopped
My senses work no more
My eyes see nothing
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