In the land of Chitral there is Kalash,
Where the mountains rise and the rivers splash,
There lived a girl with eyes of green,
The most beautiful sight I have ever seen.
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The Month of December
In Quetta city where snow abounds,
December came with icy sounds.
A winter's chill, so sharp and clear,
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Snowflakes dance in the winter sky,
A beauty that catches the eye,
Each one unique, a work of art,
Etched in water's dreams from the heart.
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I miss the snowy night of Quetta,
When the world turned into a magical vista,
Watching from my window with delight,
As snowflakes fell from the sky all night.
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Amidst the fields and rolling hills,
The presence of pollution spills,
A harmful force that threatens all,
Both human health and nature's call.
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O June, thou art the sweetest time of year,
When Sol's warm rays upon the Earth do gleam,
And skies of azure, pure and crystal clear,
Awaken life from Winter's wistful dream.
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Tale of Rustam and Sohrab
In days of old, when tales were told,
And legends of heroes were known to behold,
There lived a warrior, strong and bold,
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Let's plant the saplings of love,
And spread joy like wings of a dove,
For hatred only brings us strife,
And steals away the beauty of life.
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Grey clouds hover overhead,
Heavy with rain and darkness spread,
I'm uncertain of when the sun will shine,
Wondering if there is any hope of mine.
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Under the pine tree, I sat and wept,
My heart heavy and my spirit kept,
The tears flowed like a rushing stream,
And sorrow seemed to be my only theme.
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