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"rasty" poems
Mn kis rasty peh chala mj ko ilm na huwa Kis makaam peh ja poncha mj ko andaza na tha Phr b ik umeed hai nazro mai baki K daiku ga zrur, mn kirno ka aruj Ye dunya or is k kissy khatm hony waly to nahe Pr jo khatm hona hai wo hai wajud apna Ab ye b nahe k haar gaya *** zamany sy mn Bs na jany kb sy khamoshi ka mn pasnd bn gaya Ye kahani hai ik ujrhy huwy gulshan ki Jis ki bahar ko ik zamana beet gaya Khair hoti rahy gi ye baaty b sath sath Kabi tum hmko yaad krna tamasha e rozgaar mai....
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Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 9:39 PM UTC
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Mn kis rasty peh chala mj ko ilm na huwa Kis makaam peh ja poncha mj ko andaza na tha Phr b ik umeed hai nazro mai baki K daiku ga zrur, mn kirno ka aruj Ye dunya or is k kissy khatm hony waly to nahe Pr jo khatm hona hai wo hai wajud apna Ab ye b nahe k haar gaya *** zamany sy mn Bs na jany kb sy khamoshi ka mn pasnd bn gaya Ye kahani hai ik ujrhy huwy gulshan ki Jis ki bahar ko ik zamana beet gaya Khair hoti rahy gi ye baaty b sath sath Kabi tum hmko yaad krna tamasha e rozgaar mai....
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The world was angry At my mother's rasty womb. I was born an it got worse. My brother was born And it felt cursed, But my mother...she was blessed. My conspiracy was enslaved By the pain that sleeps On my mother's hands. So heavy that she only smiles tears When the news broadcast Another dead albino. We walked the streets With fear moon walking upon Our hearts an their eyes swimming in flames. Mother why are they looking at us... You are a sunflower my child. But in the wrong garden, my brother asked. Your beauty burns more than flames you can imagen, You crack the earth with your chicken feet, You make blind walls to see. She said with her eyes above the ocean And her bruised heart That glued its mouth like racism was finally laid to bed. My death was the only demon That made my brother look for a corner Where his knees will kiss his chest Forgetting how round this world is. They killed us like they were singing a national anthem. The only corner that still lives Is not at home nor at schools Nor at the police office nor at hospitals But his grave. I promise my brother that he will live. I promise my mother that's she will sing. I promise them...peace. When I reach the heavens gate, my mothers rasty womb will shine For God will bone it with a smile Every corner shouts albinism In bold letters painted on boards And papers like we all share a name. My name is not albino... My name is Virginia, My brother is Alex And this...this is our home. Our four fathers an mothers Where throne with dust. How dare you hounor them with blood.
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC
DOPETEE
Beautifyl, like pain.
The world was angry At my mother's rasty womb. I was born an it got worse. My brother was born And it felt cursed, But my mother...she was blessed. My conspiracy was enslaved By the pain that sleeps On my mother's hands. So heavy that she only smiles tears When the news broadcast Another dead albino. We walked the streets With fear moon walking upon Our hearts an their eyes swimming in flames. Mother why are they looking at us... You are a sunflower my child. But in the wrong garden, my brother asked. Your beauty burns more than flames you can imagen, You crack the earth with your chicken feet, You make blind walls to see. She said with her eyes above the ocean And her bruised heart That glued its mouth like racism was finally laid to bed. My death was the only demon That made my brother look for a corner Where his knees will kiss his chest Forgetting how round this world is. They killed us like they were singing a national anthem. The only corner that still lives Is not at home nor at schools Nor at the police office nor at hospitals But his grave. I promise my brother that he will live. I promise my mother that's she will sing. I promise them...peace. When I reach the heavens gate, my mothers rasty womb will shine For God will bone it with a smile Every corner shouts albinism In bold letters painted on boards And papers like we all share a name. My name is not albino... My name is Virginia, My brother is Alex And this...this is our home. Our four fathers an mothers Where throne with dust. How dare you hounor them with blood.
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