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a thousand splendid suns
Bullets girdled around a man
He steps a thirsty soil of Kandahar
Turban billowing in air
They compass five horizon
Heart ghosting beyond Buddhas of bamiyans
Dried Like rocky mountains and boulders facing him
Rehearsing his requiem bound to come
His skin is dried chrysanthemum
Of them an aged juices flow
They reek of pre-martyrdom
He abandons the land of royals
A bounty flesh with poor soul
He throws a light to the sky
A commitment from candle of war
Thousand beautiful braves
Hoard into the land of thousand splendid suns
Soon the sky will see arrays of colors
The earth will taste spilled wine
Death is but a footstep to greatness
A labour that shall bear fruit
He reads the intentions of 50 stars
A rape to motherland and her sisters
Back to the home where Neanderthal lived
Rocky ceiling and mossy floors
A story written beneath kerosene lantern
That shall soon read by his brothers
On the railway of Madrid
Across the mute twins of newyork
He rides a chariot of the era
They shall spit the rage
To a civilized man
Who usually flips apish history
A new name he gets from AIC
25 million dollar man
Uniformed man in chariots
Baking the bread with flesh at stake
He is iconed by many souls
Picture are posted and thoughts are smeared
He is thanked,but with no words
For he is a monsoon,a spring
In the droughted tabloid market
His team score many goals
They are gunners to unparalleled ideolgies
A tournament caught them unaware
Organizer named it,"operation Neptune spears"
He anticipates game to end
Tulips of cave lose the fragrance
The prophet of many self victory
Seeks the refuge on Eden of east Pakistan
History has its alpha and omega
Old bone kneels to this truth
Legion of man poke his flesh
They tear like papery Bougainvillea
He surrenders the body to his soul
Mother sea awaits him
He swims on her bosom for good
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