Poem
Is
A
Half fried chicken....
When it is right time it is fried again.
Then it is finished.

My child doesn't jump to images
He rummages one or two of his taste

To much degree. Yesterday he found
A piece of a beautiful deer,

Running upward the hill
Ignorant of water, rushhing high.

Creeping to me , that night,
Under the warm blanket
He put up in a surprising way:
Can we run without moving
And still reach the desired place?
Why is that deer there
So nonchalant, though no progress?
Closer to him I did say:
Life is about movement
But paintings cheat us in such a way
That we fall into a ditch of beauty
And forget rhythm of the clock..

Metaphor is the boat that floats on water but carries one into the sky...

Idiom
Does
The
Work of salt in a dish of sentence

Idiom is beautiful topaz
Shining in a rosary of words...........

A little bird
The daughter of the house
Doesn't sluice salvers and spoons
But mop straws scattered on the marvel floor

A little bird
The friend of everyone
Doesn't create commotion inside
But keeps protracted vigilance at the window

A little bird
The staff of granny
Doesn't intone hoarse and dry nouns
But hymn her genteelness and generosity no end

A little bird
The beloved of all
Doesn't fly under the painting_roof
But sleeps soundly and alone in the backyard

Childhood hangs in my room:

The fawn hops,
Runs by blossoms
And takes the grapes.

Aloof, over the river,
Bigger and wider,
The deer, kneeled down,
Watches in silence.

My first collection of poems published...
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Book name...

Violets and butterflies
By Mohammad Arshad

Talent loses to untouchability

To sit on the couch
And lie on the mud
Is the difference
That special day
Brings closer
Each time
Presents
Flow in
And
Relationship
Will get thinner
And I know
One day
That will tear away
And I will be left alone
To feel the weeds
On my chest
And this is
What this day
Reminds me...........