Poem
Right and false
Mirror does not let the veil be covered
I have left this cry
Brings along with the tribe does not allow
Emotional pride and arrogance are also strange
Not let the person stay high for a long time
Of a taping sun if found with
Not let me stay this river on the coast
Experience will increase with age
Time no pitcher lets stay rough
(Sarmad Jamal – Lulings)
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Poem
Why not then I myself Ranja Look Murry Her
When I look at her dreams of a dream
What do I speak to you in the denial of the springs?
Just pray that there is any arrows in the heart
What to say about your intercession
With your hand, the poison also looked
Stay in such a way that even the ass
The man was standing in the government
If you have left me, then the gift is also put in the fire
Before these piles look for you
Save the Lord from the Hajar to whom it is dissolved
They also took a toe even when they were in full swing
We are afraid of jinn
We also see the trapped
The lover is the only place where I Babar
The lion also in front of the person who looked like
(Babar Ali Vero Wall Sargodha)
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Poem
The day is poured into a new
What skills do I get talked
Why stay in rows?
The flowers of the rhino are also trapped
We tell us that the smoke will be just
And the Ziyad is also netted
Opening Hassan Page He keeps it
And the story is also given
Heart is the Bin Father like an orphan
In the house which is also given non of the non
Messenger to be loved clock but
The pain is given for many years
Knowledge is not your own, to tell others
Destiny is also fully given here
You gave me the raw, but the capacity died
Fruit is given you sweet and red
This is included in the traditions of Baluchi
Also ask, and the present is given
(Rashid Hasrat – Quetta)
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Poem
Who knows the blood of the blood in the swimming
God knows all the matching
The world is against but in the body’s imprisonment
Who also knows the beat of the drum to life
The dress of the Prophet Adam
Does Adam know the impression of the naked thinking?
Son to die in an old age
This is the sadness that Akbar’s father knows
Where is this repetition?
The person who is art is known to the nature of nature
(Ali Raqi – Faisalabad)
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Poem
There is no hurry me and not awake
Walking is wisely over time
Knowing that you do not know
My honor is even lovely to me
Time passes the end as it is
The worry is me, I have the same preparation
I am in the loser of love
Otherwise it is loyal to the world’s world
There are many doubts over time but
I am forced my job is official
The weather has done this
The heart is pushes and voice Murray is heavy
Do not listen to her everything
The person who is speaking is ill
(Ibrahim Shobi – Karachi)
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Poem
Were to ridicule the mournful
The hobby also came to smile all over
Looking out of the moon, they kept the pen
Had to make a sea on a paper that
They became the blisters with these baby flowers
It was to keep your eyelids to those who
He was not acquainted with the dead nerve
The piercing was the same.
The Throne is not a brother’s shine of all stars
The broken scattered was very glowing
Where are they the first lies of your first lies
You had to tell your last truth
The place of the scent is filled with the evening now
What wouldn’t come to him, was to come today
Sagar Life Without Sorting
Remember that they had to be forgotten
(Sagar Purpuri – Sargodha)
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Poem
Is out of statistics
Will never end the helplessness of his own
You enjoyed coming or otherwise
There was a lot of luggage life
All ages are even less
That’s done now from the end of friendship
You don’t believe, believe
Each item is from a rare
Seeks the gurus
That ordinary people do not know
Murray tongue is something taller than dead head
Will never be sold
Does your heart not shake you?
Those who move on the nose
Death is preferable by the livelihood of the conscience
Is a better defeat than such a win
Living in someone’s style not accept me
I love the appearance of simplicity
Wasim Khalil had not been crying for a long time
When he left, his eyes were dimmed
(Wasim Ashir – Tehsil Shuja Abad, Multan District)
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Poem
The heart that came down in the heart
We heard, heard the same scream and shouting
What gave us what the world is given
Tearfulness, the same scream and shouting
And nothing knows anything I know
The same screams and shouts in the part
The uncontrollable eye opened the eye
Then brought us here the same scream and shouting
Could not find out if she was, then who was?
The same screams and shouting when the mind turned on
(Ahmed Absar – Larkana)
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Poem
The letters of a name written by the chest
Some of the characters of work on a beauty
All the spouses are evident in the souls of the soul
What morning characters so what evening characters
How do you sell in a piece, be conscious?
The letters of the most priced from the planet
Thus the poetry is in the nerves.
I am writing down the characters of the jam
You are telling yourself, good understanding, good?
You have not yet open the letters
(Khayam Khalid – Taxila)
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Poem
We were giving all the direction to every direction
And Murray Yar was a jailer
Some of the wounds were wounds
There were all the nets of sarcasm
What is the ocean of your Diwan
You had some poems on you
We opened the cuffs once
All those who were also for life
You did a favor to a hajid person
All the secrets you handed over
And then the friends left all the Farooqi
And all the snakes that were raised gave
(Hasanin Farooqi – Chakwal)
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Poem
How to hide love with the path of the eyes
Remember how to remember
How do you tell you the horrors of December
How to show the fire in your chest
Severity has taken away my
O my friend, how do you tell you
In the memory her burns the chest mine
The heart does, but how to call it
Fodder! Nishtar is ointment
How do you show you the wounds?
Your presence is from all the art of art
So how do you decorate the Egyptian?
Want to ever be in the evening
How can I steal the same thing in the evening?
Your own beauty has given me the eyes
Such a drunkenness, how do I get conscious
Friends are all my soul dear to me
If you are fed up with life, how do you get rid of
(Rustam – Dera Ghazi Khan)
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Poem
Work as much as it is
There should be noise if the rash gives discomfort
Do not guess from the appearance
Should be considered when someone gives a sound
Is a soft tone in love
There should be an emphasis on the truth
Fleeing and threatening them every day
Be brave and should be competitive
Cut pockets, loot goods or eat budget
If a thief is a thief then a thief
How easy is it here
Should be covered with shameful mind
Makes a wax stone
Is if the passion should be something permanent
(Mohammad Shahid Israel – Akara, Noah Mewat District, India)
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