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Gourav R Dwivedi Dec 2022
Raja Dahir, the Brahmin noble king of Sindh,
Defender of his realm and his subjects,
He stood steadfast against the Arab invaders,
Determined to keep them at bay.

With sword in hand, he fought with valor,
Leading his troops into battle with fierce pride.
But despite his valiance, he could not stand
Against the  pyrrhic of the Umayyad Caliphate.

During his reign, culture flourished,
Music and science flourished as well.
But these achievements were not meant to last,
As the Arab forces soon did dwell.

In the end, he fell to their sword,
His kingdom conquered, his people enslaved.
But his spirit lives on, a symbol of resistance
Against foreign ******* and oppression.

Raja Dahir, our hero, our guide,
We honor your memory and your sacrifice.
May your legacy live on forever,
As a beacon of hope for all who fight for freedom.
To give respect to him and not forget about his achievements
Hakim Kassim Oct 2018
(for Ifrah Osman Dahir)

The purposeful look,
    a passing smile--
My eyes fixed at a
    whole world all the
       while--

A world of joy
    through figure
       lean and smooth,
And what a world
    you're for my cares
      to soothe;

By a sudden turn you
    look at me with an
      amused frown,
Caught me off-guard,
    my eyes hurry to be
       withdrawn:

Yet deep in me
    somewhere you
      caress and touch,
Speechless, I'm lost in
   your lean figure  
     maybe to match--

For you're to me of
   that indelible Dew
      from Heaven:
No words need be
   said, you're beloved!

For I see scattered
   across your face,
For which with fiery
   desire I yearn to
       gaze;

Ss if you sought to
    clasp a stretched
          caring hand,
I need love, a heart
    willing to
       understand;

Your cheeks are rosy,
   though you seem
      not to care,
I have nothing to give
   but all my heart--all
      and bare!

You seem somewhat
    tired with this
      indifferent this
        uncaring world:
Yet I hear and see you
    up and happy, not
       as cold;

No one grows sick
    and tired of love,
And the unrest in
    your face sighs for
      a move

To come--the saving
   Knight on a
     Horseback:
Can I be the lucky guy
   no less the worse?
              
                   -by
            Hakim Kassim.
           (-d.Oct. 31, 2018)

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