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          My Imaginary Kingdom The blurred red sky     With the rising Sun And the hanging clouds Which were like-     White,soft,hairy sheep     Concentrated on grassing. And the Sun like the shephard     Maintaining the flock. On the grassy field,I was lying    And I watched that that hidden scene,    Just like a trained thief. How wonderful the scene was!    That charmed my senses and Made me feel hale and hearty. Soon after,the sharp rays    Of the Sun made me awake     From the beautiful imaginary world Tremendously annoyed at that But it lasted transitorily I,then,stood on the soft layer    Of fresh green grass Where I had seen droplets of water Surely,each of the droplets were    The tears of the shephard    Who cried a short time before Because of losing a sheep    I,too,shared his grief And I beli...

            The Smooth Flow Flowing of air towards me, Standing on the mid road Between the lakes,too broad It brought to me a message of glee. The Smooth flowing of water, Causing rise to small waves, Hits the rocky shore and lapse, Creates a sound,so rarer. The mind of mine flows, Into the deep dream  Of the vast stream.                                   Washim Ul Islam

Silence The one whom I wanted oneday, The one who heals me from sadness Has become the one Like a stranger; Who saw me for the first, And waffled. Nothing to do... And I remained silent, Which remains silence.                                  Washim Ul Islam.