Kaikubad Ali Biography

I was walking through the July noon,
Searching for a drop of water in the human desert.
Under the shadow of a tall building,
I heard a broken rough voice of a bird,
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Looking towards the sky,
Faded reddish bloody sky.
Crying for one more sip of pain
What you have gifted me when we were at vain.
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Your Trade is over.
Now bring that soul back to the corpse.
It is crying for a drop of ambrosia,
Wrapped in a torn rack, crying for her lap,
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When the Sun calls us,
Mind roars up, ’Who cares! ’
Blind eyes search for another dream,
Again the night may be ours,
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Alone I crossed across the people
Living on periphery of the population core,
Roofing under tin, tarpaulin and even trees,
Along with that Olden-young mother,
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