My Heart Flied Before Her. 

With my broken soul and bleeding scar 

standing before her like a carcass

vividly detached my naked soul its wings

my eyes desirably started begging before her 

and i tenderly murmured the song 

that echoed a lofty sentiment voice 

that carried the message of love

I longed to sing before the sublime 

beauty of her.

It was the song of praise in my heart 

that quietly sought every moment 

and always shuffled my lips 

even in their silence 

to get detached from my dried lips

and fly towards her in all gratitude. 

My heart in all admiration bowed before her

begging her hands to put them on my chest 

that carries all the secrets of the love 

i carefully wrapped in the pouch of my love 

and the boundless secrets of the hillsides

that urged in me – calling onto her might

and the peaceful songs of all the forests 

traveled through the blades of all grasses 

to pour forth the comfort of her heart.

I am left out offended now – even in my all stillness 

just like the nightingale that is offended 

to the stillness of the nights 

or the firefly that is offended to glow in the dark

even the flame of my love burdened her heart.

My love is not the image that you could see 

nor it is the song that you could hear through me

but rather a garden vividly forever in bloom 

and a flock of angels forever in irrepressible flights. 
By: Abdul Samad Haidari

About samad1986

Abdul Samad Haidari is a poet, writer, teacher and a former freelance journalist, currently residing in Indonesia as a stateless refugee. He is the author of The Red Ribbon He fled his home country at the age of seven and grew up wandering in Pakistan and Iran as a child refugee, and was separated from his family for the majority of his childhood. For two years, at the age of eight and nine, he was forced into child labour in the construction industry in Iran. In contrast, Pakistan offered refugees like him the opportunity to study and work. This education and work experience culminated in Abdul teaching computer studies and English language courses at the Intel Computer Center and Pak Oxford Professionals. After the collapse of the Taliban government, Abdul returned to Afghanistan thinking that the security situation had improved, and that he could take part in the reconstruction of his war-torn country. With this in mind, Abdul served as a freelance journalist and humanitarian aid-worker in areas of the country that remained dangerous to civilians because of the influence of terrorist groups. Abdul served with the Norwegian refugee council (NRC), ActionAid Afghanistan, Daily Outlook Afghanistan group of newspapers, and The Daily Afghanistan Express. As a freelance journalist, Abdul wrote articles and editorials about on-the-ground realities, which were then circulated widely. These had a particular focus on women and children’s rights, corruption, transparency and accountability in government, warlords and terrorist groups’ actions and the systematic persecution of minority groups in both Afghanistan and Pakistan.
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