Abdul Malik Mandani Biography

Never is there more pleasant a sight
Than a tree standing mighty and upright,
Crowned with a canopy of lush green,
Orange, yellow or hues umpteen.
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Say, O melancholy moon
Did someone steal
your sleep like mine too?
Why do you pace
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When life in the city
becomes too much to bear,
With its winding concrete roads,
Its underpasses and overpasses,
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The Poetry I so intensely write
Is not only in black and white,
There are some shades of gray,
Booby traps and a crooked way.
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What secrets lurk in my mind,
What forces torment my soul?
Secrets of some sinister kind,
Forces of evil eyes, black as coal!
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