Shahzada Imtiaz Ali Poems

He spoke in sighs, not in demand,
A weary heart, a trembling hand.
He gave his youth, he gave his will,
Yet found no peace, no moment still.
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I gave her all—my heart, my time,
But silence echoed every climb.
She wanted more, yet gave me less,
And left my soul in quiet mess.
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Her loud voice echoes, shaking all the air,
No gentle touch, no sign of loving care.
The children watch, their tender hearts confused,
In this loud home, our spirits feel abused.
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Inside and outside, at a quick glance,
So sophisticated, organized, and caring,
True love we met inside, in every dance,
Well-tempered folk, beyond all comparing.
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A man may strive with all his strength and care,
To shape his bride with gentle, guiding hand.
He speaks with hope, yet finds she's unaware,
His words like footprints washed from softest sand.
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atan drank no wine, played no game,
He knew God's oneness, praised His name.
No theft, no lie, no shameful deed,
But pride alone destroyed his creed.
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I care too much, I give too deep,
While others smile and secrets keep.
I hold my friends in heart so wide,
Yet day by day, I'm hurt inside.
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Mortal, it must be.
Have many ways,
to express life.
Let me teach you one.
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And now...
Where do i find?
The folk
Who did love...
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Tired of trying and sick of crying,
Still smiling, but inside dying...
Could this be a life?
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