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A Poetry by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

victory is to return

alive after death

in one's palms

the lines of martyrdom

I loiter in a lane

bloody with executions


by prisons

the Guillotine holds

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the relics

of spring time

and I thank the executioner

for these blossoms of fire

my dream lit up

with galaxies

my eyes put out

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