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Ahmed Ali Sep 2017
Here comes the Snow,
From the clouds above,
To lay a carpet on the ground,
And nourish the boughs around.

(By : Khan, BA)
Ahmed Ali Sep 2017
I hear the whisper of your tread,
When morning dew soaks your lace,
I breath the fragrance of your grace,
As your hair glide over the morning breeze.
I smile ,my heart leaps a beat,
O’ The wait is over, it is a festive treat,
Lo’ My love is here with me again.
Ahmed Ali Sep 2017
Come let's build a home by the lake,
I will cherish every pie that you'll bake,
We'll have kids, grow old & fat,
Together my love till it's late.

You will sing and I will play the fiddle,
Till morning hour we will solve the riddle,
While you soak and make me sizzle,
Together my love till it's late.

Some may say that love isn't everything
But then I know they know of it nothing,
Pure as truth and infinite in everything
Love is all and nothing beyond its wings.

Come let's build a home by the lake,
I will cherish every pie that you'll bake,
Feed me your love in azure cups,
Till there is only love and nobody else.

(by: Khan, BA)
Ahmed Ali Sep 2017
Same...

What all poets did say was one and the same..
Some said it with love and some with pain,
The words though different, the attire same,
The parlance different but riding the same mane.

(by: Khan, BA)
Ahmed Ali Sep 2017
Hafiz of Shiraj
Kept a fast to be with the Creator,
Not till Attar handed him the cup of nectar,
And lo Hafiz of Shiraj
Beheld lover of lovers, the Creator of All.

(by: Khan, BA)
Ahmed Ali Sep 2017
My Vale Tells a Tale...
MY POEM..

'The King Sold the Kingdom,
The Old Con sold them too,
The son made a deal,
And sold the wood and water too,
Thither came a time,
When the flock were afraid to woo,
But then they were patient with misery and woe,
The time passed and the land grew old,
The cons grew and became so bold,
They robbed the land and its treasure tow,
Treated the flock as if they were sheep and buffalo,
They still dragged and falsely bragged,
About the unworthy of their assets,
The Creator was angry for ill-treating His Gaya,
He sent His fury and all got washed up,
The cons had flown to the higher ground,
And when all was clear and Sun came up,
They emerged like tubers as if sprouted from the ground,
The Seer sees it all, with the eyes of All Seeing,
The time will come sure will come,
When all this will be undone.
We will see, surely will see,
But till then..Let them have fun."


(By: Khan,BA)
Ahmed Ali Sep 2017
Walk Tall..

Walk Tall my child walk tall,
The vultures will soon be gone..walk tall,
This razed land knows its blood in the fall,
As it imbibed the pious juice in its ***** afterall,
The tears that roll down from your aspen eyes,
Will nourish many a thristy soul that silently cries,
How will we forget the enemy that came,
And our own brethern of doubious fame,
That tore our home and stole our land,
And backed us to our last stand..
The time will come when it will be over,
And the sun will shine in the morning hour,
So be ready my little one,
Thou are sure the chosen one,
You have to rule these meadows and all,
So walk Tall..walk tall walk tall.
"This poem was written on the spur when going through an article in VoxKashmir and mailed them  but as usual was not published. I made some corrections  and put it here.
(Ba Khan)
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