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A great poem by one of the best Urdu poets. His based on his experience after being released from captivity. I think it fits perfectly to the story of Issa (Jesus) as we know it.
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I would like to keep the promise
of feeling each moment,
of always giving my encouragement
to what I look at,
to what I feel,
to not even lose a minute
in mere distress,
of not being afraid of...
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The laughter came out
quickly,
without being able
to stop,
noisy happiness
that springs up
and goes dancing
from mouth to mouth,
bright light,
that burning,
erases the gloom
that life has at...
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When I speak about the sea
I feel me blue
and I soothe the anger
that my soul feels
upon seeing the pain that surrounds me.
Children who have lost their mother
in a stupid war
that money contends,...
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Friend,
I who dreamt about you,
you who dreamt about me,
I was barefoot
you were nude,
both of us with children´s games.
Friend,
where are those paths
that we travelled together?
Where is that...
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When you ask me
if you will be happy,
my son,
I say yes
because that is how I want you to be,
but I look at the world
and I remain awake
although I hide my fear.
Life is hard I warn you,
but if...
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The forest seemed black
in the distance,
like a thick wall that prevented
the passage,
and little by little,
upon coming closer,
its dark color began to turn
into green foliage,
protecting between...
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Synopsis:
This is a piece of Environmental poetry where Shakespeare shares with us what it is like being 'Down in the Dumps'.
Concept Description:
Using part of Shakespeare's Sonnet 29, I...
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