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Hamid

I don't know anything about myself nor the world.

  • Last seen on Oct 28 12:39 AM. Member since October 31, 2007.
  • I am a 25 year old guy (Pakistan)
  • I have 16 comments, 15 poems

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  • Still at allpoetry
    You are still in my brain
    You’re causing so much pain
  • Pleasure? at allpoetry
    Oh! Its pleasure
    To satisfy your soul
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    If at times you feel you want to cry,
    And life seems such a trail,

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  • on My Sword by Khoshal Khan Khattak, on August 7, 2008
    Khushal Khan Khattak was a great pushtu worrior and poet, he loves the sword just to defend his home land, he love patans, he loves afghans and this teretry of Afghans, in short he was the man of sword and pin at a time!

  • on Superior by Khoshal Khan Khattak, on August 7, 2008
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    I alone, amongst the Afghans, grieve for our honour and renown;
    Whilst the Yusufzais at their ease are tilling their fields.
    They who now act so dishonourably, and so shamelessly,
    Will, hereafter, the upshot of their own acts perceive.
    In my poor judgement, death is more preferable than life,
    But the memory of Khushal will long, long endure!
    Good words

  • on A Slumber did my Spirit Seal by William Wordsworth, on July 17, 2008

    Thanks to Andrew Hide

    when first i read this poem some time ago i can't understand its theme and its meaning, that what idea the poet want to express, but by the time now when i read it in Allpoetry, and when i read the comments of Mr. Andrew, Now its so easy for me to understand, Mr. Andrew has explain it very good,
    Thanks Andrew Hide

  • on My Heart Leaps Up by William Wordsworth, on July 17, 2008

    Confussion

    these are really nice words but i cant understand why the Wordsworth compare the rainbow with his life (child, Man and when he should be old) but one thing is superb, the line No. 7
    "The Child is father of the man;"
    i really can't understand the exact meaning of it that what poet mean here, but its give me an idea; a very realistic idea, that its true, and the last two lines are really heart touching;
    "And i wish my days to be
    Bound each to each by natural piety."