Best Poem of Qaisar Bashir Lone

O' Growing Tulip Bulbs!
O' growing tulip bulbs!
Victory is at a stone's throw
Before the blind Lotus, why do you bow?
Cannibal crown shall be eliminated soon,
Like darkness is eliminated by the fortnight moon;
And night followed by the day.
Freedom you'll achieve come what may
A few years or so it's away
Remember Faiz . . .
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There She Sat!
There she sat, in that lonely crowd,
Donning an emerald velvet pheran,
Embroidered
And studded with golden beads;
Slowly and slowly she sank
Into the immeasurable depths of my soul
And I
Moonstruck
Stood watching! . . .
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