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Butool Hisam

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by

Butool Hisam

The Joys of the Sea.
Waves and waves among the silent sea,
With eyes that stare like the dove of peace.
From cover to cover it flows,
In accordance with the wind that blows.
Shines the sun on it its rays,
Which bring to it many happy days.
Open to the sky it lies,
Bringing the peace of paradise.
Human nature shines upon its world desires,
To make its majesty more higher,
Dear God! its youthful mind stands,
To conquer the beauty of the land


Untitled

by

Butool Hisam

The Joys of the Sea.
Waves and waves among the silent sea,
With eyes that stare like the dove of peace.
From cover to cover it flows,
In accordance with the wind that blows.
Shines the sun on it its rays,
Which bring to it many happy days.
Open to the sky it lies,
Bringing the peace of paradise.
Human nature shines upon its world desires,
To make its majesty more higher,
Dear God! its youthful mind stands,
To conquer the beauty of the land

Agonies of Innocence

by

Butool Hisam

Trapped inside a shadow,
Where feelings of self-distrust have no end,
Alone in the world's wide meadow,
Not knowing where to trend.

Hidden in a corner,
Watching life go by,
I cannot cross the border,
For will it make me sly?

What wound is this?
Where no end has pain.
Kind words,kind whispers
By hearing them what can I gain?

Mockery,laughter....how can I endure?
Awkwardness,timidity....how can I control?
How can I my thoughts compile?
And firmly on my feet stand?
I try to smile
But tears come instead.....

A Better world is possible

by

Butool Hisam

Like a stone which cracks,
when little drops of water fall on it,
So can a human heart soften.

Oh, you poor old heart!
How easily hurt you can get
How easily your pride is wounded,
What tempts thee from knowing the
light of tolerance?
A rare quality, but has beauty in abundance!

Scores of others annoy you,
Cruel remarks hurt you,
How an you not know that these
adversities call for your strength?

Individualism, you sometimes tend to seek,
A self respecting person you want to be,
But thorns come in your way,
You long for the dawn of day.
Criticisms anger you,
There's no comforting picture in the dark,
Anger and frustration cover your heart,
You tend to drop yourself
And follow others blindly,
Others, who never took to you kindly.

How many weaknesses there are of the human heart,
So many to write,
So much time needed for you to listen and read.
Is technology inversly propotional to mankind?
That as technology advances, humanity is oppressed?

If only enmity turns to friendship,
If jeering comments turn to kind whispers,
Mankind will help each other
And the world will be a shining place again
And brother will never wrong his brother.

To get your pant, you have to sow your own seed,
Hard it is I know, when your path is full of thorns and weeds,
But life is not meant to be a bed of roses.
Full of adversities is life,
A thing that shadows our sunlight,
The greatest discovery anyone has made,
When the tide is brought to our caves.

Love Triumphant

by

Butool Hisam

I am a free spirit,
No sorrow can touch me now,
I have found what I was looking for,
But never knew where to go.
But God heard my cry,
He hushed my sobs; he took me by the hand.
My hopes rose and my troubles,
Were buried in the sand.
In the distance I could see a light,
It multiplied and surrounded me,
I never knew it could be so bright,
And from here the whole world I could see.
I could hear people crying
I could see their misery and helplessness
I could see the tide rushing mercilessly to the shore,
And then I knew what to do, where to go.
Listen! All of you who weep for me,
Be not sad nor grieve for me,
My work is done,
I got what I wanted.
I am a free spirit.