What A Small Poem It Will Be!
I have written a lot yet it seems
Nothing has been penned,
I have to sketch yet
The countenance of my dream,
And grip its realization in close palm,
Because the heart still palpitates,
And pain resides in there,
Dust of the past moments jab the eyes,
Someone’s memories make the lashes sodden,
And shehnai still weeps.
I have to write yet on water,
And all around will be the tale of separation,
What a small poem it will be…
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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