Syed Mustafa Ahmad
Haji Bagh, Budgam
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How can I see my mother?
She has the only concern to bother
I want to look at my father;
But lifelessness is the quality of weather
I wanted to be a physcist;
looking at the lens through mist
I didn’t like to hold the wrist;
Nor I wanted to cure the cyst
I am strange in this paradise;
There is no need for he Sun to rise
Here, griefs come inreal disguise;
And we are not so wise
My life has been set on fire;
Now, I myself is a live-wire