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To Reverend Pundits, Mullahs , Priests and Gurus by mazHur O my reverend Pundits, Mullahs,Rabbis, Priests and Gurus I beseech you to teach me something new Or just stop delivering me your

Life Cycle Of An Oak by mazHur Unforgettable are the days When I stood like an Oak, Erect and firm, On the solar plexus of the earth! Nothing could move or slacken me Not even the strong

Bowl Of Love by mazHur Like a divine bowl I shall hold if I will, that gorgeous visage of yours by its rosy cheeks, firmly in my caressing hands and drink, like a thirsty moth, all the

On A Promotional Scheme By A Food Chain by mazHur report cards speak for themselves not of your performance but also how you\'ld be fed with nuggets, sandwiches, hamburgers and all sorts

Grandmother\'s Advice by mazHur Today is my grandmother\'s anniversary And I relish the reminiscences of her kind love. How she would tell me to clean hands before meals; Do my homework

Q for Qurious a hole a round little thing a naught a zero pierced by a slash or perhaps a full moon a missile penetrating its heart what a Qurious sight the Alphabet Q presents, no match

The demon of night breaks into the lull and quiet around me, with only the idiot box sighing and breaking the weird silence; the small silver screen dumb waiting for me to act to

The Guitar by mazHur Preacher dear, Do not be disheartened; People happen to be like that, they havn\'t listened to Prophets Why would they to you? Pray, don\'t play them the guitar any

Dream by mazHur Last night I dreamt You were beside me Pulling my hair, Beating me up with love, Asking me to realize What the carmine tinge of your hair meant? And I, Ignoramus of the

Deprivation by mazHur To be in a sweet meat shop And having taste buds deprived of the taste of sweet, Is being like a fish in water Who swims through its expanse But never drinks a drop of

Poets Are Dreamers ! by mazHur Poets are dreamers, Wage war in their dreams, Win battles in their vision, construct and destroy worlds in their imaginations; Poets are Shakespeare, Keats

The Prophet and I By Mazhar Butt Joseph\'s was a different story Mine is something else; He had a compassionate father,Jacob, Who wept and wept and lost his sight At the news of his missing

Brobdingnag! by mazHur shut in my skylab, manipulating gears, all alone, away from home separated from my beloved for time unknown, the goddess of revolt struck me; home sick as I

Thanksgiving Day by mazHur what a wonderful way to thank God for all his blessings on a day fixed for Thanksgiving Day ! Gratefulness oozing with blood of innocent turkeys slaughtered by

\'Cybernetical\' Love by mazHur O my sweet Cyber-love! The emails that we\'ve exchanged speak for themselves; If not on earth,we meet but at the tryst of internet. Though we never saw each

Beggars! by mazHur Moment by moment, day turns into night, night into day. Life goes on and on like a lame beggar, like a doomed wretch, carrying .a bowl in his hand waiting for

Every House Is Not A Home by mazHur I built a house, furnished it with all the worldly good things; married a beautiful lass, had children, raised them up to be good and

Time and Space by mazHur There hides an enemy, there hides a friend, in time and space; time waits for no one, it changes bit by bit from place to place on earth, as well as the outer