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Manhood stands tall and high, and becomes madness; The self takes leave of being and becomes ecstasy. When iron sated with blood embraces love,
By GHANI KHANabout a month ago in Poets
Ghani Khan was born in Hashtnagar (PAKISTAN). He is widely considered the best pashto language poet of the 20th century and stands on a par with Khushal Khan Khattak and Rehman
By GHANI KHANabout a month ago in Writers
What good is the world’s kingship? Why multiply your cares? It’s hard to weigh justice – You’d make this more that less.
It was an enchanting night in spring, Alive with sparkling and shimmering stars; The pretty moon stood still in wonder
In a desert, once, on a hunt did I find, With a radiant smile, a flower so fair; Sadly, I approached and sighed, “Ah! Of my kind
By GHANI KHAN2 months ago in Poets
