(13 May 1977 / Swabi)

O, Night O Calm Night

O, night you are so calm and cold
With you grow my mind so old

Openning my eyes I feel shades
Of tragedies can never be told

Back to my thoughts never comes
The beauty, the smile, the gold

Grieves I can feel and sorrows
Shades of dark with firm hold

Piercing my chest you can see all
My heart so tortured, then so bold

by Abdul Sattar

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