Yasir Farooq Poems

Conscience is a divine honor;
an award without
performance.So
its voice is neglected and suppressed. Man;
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Scene I

A small dig is gnawing by her side
Pale with pain, the laboring mother turns
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Under the love tree,
the Father and the Mother have a sweet quarrel;
who will name their baby?
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The beautiful hands said, 'Hands up! '
His colorful days then began
A smooth land on a smooth runway
A soft touch on a soft hand
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Sitting upon a fallen tree
Lost in the good days memories
A gloomy soul is looking around
Ruined for man's home
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To myeyeswho camebeautiful?
A dress of loyaltyafame beautiful
Whenasked,'HowdoIlook?'
Nervously I said, 'So damn beautiful! '
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