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"dahir" poems
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.
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Dec 31, 2022
Dec 31, 2022 at 11:28 AM UTC
"In Defense of Sindh: A Tribute to Raja Dahir"
(for Ifrah Osman Dahir) The purposeful look,  a passing smile-- My eyes fixed at a whole world all the        while-- A world of joy with your 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 hushed for        withdrawl: 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 my beloved! For I see scattered  across your face, For which with fiery desire I yearn to        gaze; So if you sought to clasp a stretched        caring hand, I need you, with  my heart willing to        understand; Your rosy cheeks, though you seem       not to care, I have nothing to give but my heart---       all and bare! You seem somewhat weary with this       indifferent,  this uncaring world: Yet I envision you up and happy,  not as       cold; We never grow sick and tired of love, Yet 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 H. Kassim.                                   (-d.October 31, 2018)
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC
Time-and Place--2.
(for Ifrah Osman Dahir) The purposeful look,  a passing smile-- My eyes fixed at a whole world all the        while-- A world of joy with your 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 hushed for        withdrawl: 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 my beloved! For I see scattered  across your face, For which with fiery desire I yearn to        gaze; So if you sought to clasp a stretched        caring hand, I need you, with  my heart willing to        understand; Your rosy cheeks, though you seem       not to care, I have nothing to give but my heart---       all and bare! You seem somewhat weary with this       indifferent,  this uncaring world: Yet I envision you up and happy,  not as       cold; We never grow sick and tired of love, Yet 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 H. Kassim.                                   (-d.October 31, 2018)
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