Sajad Meer

Sajad Meer Poems

Sow me thy hope in love,
The augurs in passions do evade,
I let them to the layers to gad,
Thinkst the all of the bowings now,
...

Harvest the Silver lining,
Don't insist me to the skill of
The good worms
As i bend o'r the Sickle, pining
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When born, I knew not to talk,
Then I grew to talk
And now I talk the Nothing.
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Fetch, the days of the Morning,
And the Golden spoon through
The mouth and water all glowing,
The White, Sun, Moon and the Zoo.
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When i flit by the city,
Ennui; my motherland, the lee.
Through the faces of the boredom,
The serrates of hades in sum.
...

Do You remember that December,
When i was full with ember,
In my heart, ready
With a love chit in my hand!
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The jute arches ache thy cordate,
Had been the bothers awayed,
The truest thought is sick,
The selfless self defied,
...

Many may tell, time recedes,
Starts, does end at time,
But can never enjoy
Small speck of death when alive,
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Trials are thicker in air,
Six from five tempted me,
Ultima of penalties to thee,
Tell me, be fair.
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A thorn has visited me,
Barking loud at the sunny dale,
With the iron clod to sale,
Over my broken knee,
...

She planted herself at the shore,
And antics of hand lashes, with,
Water, that cushioned underneath,
world of wants and more.
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Countenance, when i consider,
The mirage, as i dropped over summit,
The fore brain of all the fever,
And lemons, my works well knit.
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'O thy heart, cry to the Heavens,
' Time has gone, to itch thy chamber'
Longings, surrender, to amber,
My friends are my Mavens.'
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“O Ye, did ye recognize me!
That we dwell on the same,
Boat that carries us indefinitely
To the truth.
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I past natures, the scenting woods,
Roaring numbers my love fonds,
And arted the air of natures bonds,
Played the incense of childhoods.
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Head, Tail or Tail, Head
The chances of being are still
Do the perceptions fill,
Still the trials are well said!
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Why they ask me, dear!
Palpitation, did it stop?
And converging to the droppings, tear
Giving precipitation, did it stop?
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' O ye, the walls of my room
And the place of my love,
Sing to me the ultimate love,
And the love of bound airs.
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O, ye what craze you did to me,
I don’t belong, you see,
My fancy prayed her, 'O Pixy'!
I saw but, her plait, a golden bee.
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Once I heard them saying,
'Oh see, a never do well! ”
Plainly they told about me
'See what he is praying'!
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Sajad Meer Biography

Sajad Hussain Mir (Pen name-Sajad Meer) lives in Yaripora town of Jammu and Kashmir. He is an engineer by profession. He is an avid lover of the English Language and Literature, and started writing poetry at the age of 12. His ideal is John Keats and he regards him as his mentor as well. This collection of poems has been sketched out of the poets raw imitation of the magnificent and wonderful nature. Infact this collection is the poet’s raw carving on the canvass of love and nature, the ideal initiation being the following verse; “Never seek to tell thy love, Love, that never told can be For the gentle wind does move, Silently, Invisibly.” ……W.Blake)

The Best Poem Of Sajad Meer

Ode To Hope

Sow me thy hope in love,
The augurs in passions do evade,
I let them to the layers to gad,
Thinkst the all of the bowings now,
Make me to the stone fully lost,
Out of now, then and then,
Who surge upto the dooms past
Sow me thy hope in now,
Till the writings of the wall come,
To me and trial to the ultimate hum,
You blame me in now! .
O humans! , pluck thy lyre to pain,
And ash thy iambs to heaven
So to bow the owings given,
The ultimate gain.
Sow me thy hope in love,
Nae, show me the river,
To the naiad of the fever,
Else my beautiful dove,
Hope is what I swear,
To me, will he shower!
Out of his bounty and power
Through this nightmare,
Let the springs dwell now…
And 'sow me thy hopes in love'.

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