Some recent poems 

on my morning walk today
i met a bird 
he said nothing
but flew with me
keeping pace 
with my walk
all the way
from centaur
to the hill
overlooking
the lake
there in the woods
he took the flight
up above the trees
leaving me
there waving my arin thin air.
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leaping flames every night rise up from my bed
touch the timber on the ceiling
knock at the wooden roof
and then retract on to their roots
enter my quilt and saunter in to my dreams
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that bird will come back
i have been told
his nest is warm
his chicks are cold
he has to cross
the sky on fire
leaping flames
kiss his feather
sing his plume
his wings mighty jets, up there
plough on, digging up the air
fire everywhere
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green and cold the morning air
hill is listless, lake is dumb
birds have taken to wing
on way back to summer lands
tourists in their furry caps
and long coats
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I am walking all alone.
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poets have disappeared
in to the meadows
and melted in to the clouds
over the high hills
no songs will now ever
reverberate in the valleys
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yet again
the same question
and yet again
the same reply
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(ayaz rasool nazki )