Inheritance A poem by Miraziz A’zam When my father died, three children were we, Mother was only twenty-four. Grandfather took care of her, you see, His widowed daughter he did adore. The year we sold our house for twenty grand,[…]
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Every human is a believer in this world Someone believes God exists and there is love that keeps you alive Someone believes it is not true Someone believes God has nothing to do with war or hatred[…]
MEET YOU IN THE CLOUD HOUSE for Neeli “…Wipe my tears tell me I’m remembered lie if you must….” All those birds that flew into your poems where will they go now? and all those voices within you Whitman for[…]
English: Vultures from The Tower of Silence Migrate to Gaza forever Uzbek : O’laksaxo’rlar Sukunat minorasindan Ko’chib o’tar G’azoga abad Français : Les vautours de la Tour du Silence migrent pour toujours à Gaza. […]
THE POET’S BELOVED In the realm of verses, a poet true, No office sought, no statesmen he’d woo. His pain etched on paper, a common strife, Freedom’s hands he kissed, embracing life. Beside him stood a woman, a guiding cane,[…]
SOUL Why, my heart, bind with such fetters— Made friends with chains, your plight betters? No lament or cry, barely a sigh, Slow senses, time passing by. Abuse, can it scar the soul’s grace, Will base acts forever leave no[…]
THERE IS a BIRD Whispers claim I am a bird, A creature amid all seasons. Yet self-comprehension, absurd, Longs for wings, fleeing life’s reasons. But hold back those flattering tones, Don’t orchestrate grand eulogies. There’s a bird, once freely flown,[…]
Life is all about statements — In the form of love or hatred Poetry or fiction Silence or death.
The door echoes, a gentle tap, Creeps through the open window – the mist of a terrible past, The motherland gleams beneath the burst of fireworks. A captive – I stand, and you’re the next! If truth is your guide, express[…]