Abdullah Jamil Biography

Such restless walking of mind
This foggy burning street
Slowly advances towards imaginary crematory
Hoping to get cleaned by burning in the cremation
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At the departure time eye-liner washed water drops on the two banks of the river
Do not know what goes down in the chest, slow aching
Staring at the sky while lying on the grass
So many planets and stars are shuttled at the sky in the night.
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There were two stones in the forest
One black, one white
They keeps on rolling whole day
Sometimes get into the fountain
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Clarinet of meeting together is broken
So, the violin of disconnection is played
Finally, the wire of sorrow is torn
‘Behaga’, ‘Basant’, ‘Khambaja’, ‘Darbari’ aren’t played anymore.
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Breaking sounds being heard
Someone beating heart with a hammer
All the parts are being dismantled.
No complain anymore
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