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Aftab Alam Khursheed


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15 february 2012

Cumulus

Cumulus
 
No, it wasn’t a dream,
Ney, I have never napped.
Through window, I peeped
Dead rivers spirit, a bream
Rising Stream, O havens stream!
 
Rose high into the heaven, the quill
Under the power of the majestic sun
Not a reverie, it’s really not a fun
I have just seen the natures thrill.
   Airy rill, O heavens rill!
 
Oh! Life comes out of dead
Who plays such magical trick?
Was it natures control freak?
Or the sciences taught and lead
I plead, O heavens plead
 
“O” Ocean, Cemetery of rivers
Winged life lifted high in white
Sang and crackled, amazing sight
O lord! Ye the weaver and no weavers
 We believe truly, O ! we thy believers//
 
Aftab Alam Khursheed






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