Riffat Samad Biography

All day long roaming around
Sometimes I stand before the mirror,
See my own image looks at me,
Yet I'm puzzled not to find my `self' there.
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Sometimes I fly
Over the sea bed,
Over the mountains,
Even over the endless sky.
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Let the breeze blow,
Let the river flow,
In the spring evening
Let the moon come slow.
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Darling, thou are not exist in our world now
But still in some nights I feel...
(And I) think with surprise that
Thou are still exist in our memory.
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I can give thou pain in return for pain,
Let all the love be spoiled in vain.
If there is any thing called heart, my dear,
Let it be pierced with the pain like spear.
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