Sajad Meer Biography

Sow me thy hope in love,
The augurs in passions do evade,
I let them to the layers to gad,
Thinkst the all of the bowings now,
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Harvest the Silver lining,
Don't insist me to the skill of
The good worms
As i bend o'r the Sickle, pining
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When born, I knew not to talk,
Then I grew to talk
And now I talk the Nothing.
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Fetch, the days of the Morning,
And the Golden spoon through
The mouth and water all glowing,
The White, Sun, Moon and the Zoo.
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When i flit by the city,
Ennui; my motherland, the lee.
Through the faces of the boredom,
The serrates of hades in sum.
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