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Muhammad Nasrullah Khan
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Slavery Continues

Poem I don’t remember heaven. I only remember my hell. The savor of nature’s sweet fruit is soured by the acid of slavery that chokes my soul. Experience spanned centuries and continents. Auctions taking place before years had names, Part of me became commodity. …

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Slavery Continues
Slavery Continues
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God, Do You Understand My Language?

A Poem by: Muhammad Nasrullah Khan — God, my mother told me, You are the embodiment of love. Since then, I have adored you most. But I wonder do you understand me? I read your book in the foreign language of those who rule us. Are you on the side of missionaries who pour money into their coffers? Do you not hear the cry of…

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God, Do You Understand My Language?
God, Do You Understand My Language?
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Published in The Power of Poetry

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A Void, We Call Life

A Poem — When words fall short, I sit in the world’s shadows. Watching the world through my window, I rejoice absurd songs. Life spills in laissez faire economics, consuming dreams to rust. Forgotten blue and white banners flutter. Wind sighs in Red Oaks, echoing the doleful cries of a lonesome. The song rises: a kite lifted by a gust of ethereal wind. Through my…

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A Void, We Call Life
A Void, We Call Life
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Published in My Selection

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We were Born to Clap

By: Muhammad Nasrullah Khan Dear First World, Salute to you Accept humble bow, from the Third World. Thank you for the great lectures for **** idiots. Heads hung low, wide-eyed, we clapped. You sold us your notion of humanity, we lived in a barbaric world. You bombed to end the atrocities. The boisterous…

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We were Born to Clap
We were Born to Clap
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Published in About Me Stories

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About Me — Muhammad Nasrullah Khan

My Writing Journey — My literary life is like a wild tree that grows in the desert and depends on the rain. It has to face the heat of the sunlight and the harsh winds. If it grows up, it remains untrimmed and unappreciated. But if it survives, its fragrance spreads in the desert…

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About Me — Muhammad Nasrullah Khan
About Me — Muhammad Nasrullah Khan
About Me

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Published in The Power of Poetry

·Nov 8, 2022

Lamenting Yellow Leaves

A Poem by Muhammad Nasrullah Khan Cold wind, I feel your touch. Watch my breath condense in your chill. While falling many-hued colors. scatter across the aging Earth, like dancing a waltz together on cobbled floor. But yet they weep, like poor men’s dreams. Such tragic sadness they invoke! I want to gather those sweeping fronds and crush them to my chest. They crinkle when I…

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Lamenting Yellow Leaves
Lamenting Yellow Leaves
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Oct 24, 2022

I Found Myself

A Poem I met a child, a flower spilling from a greenhouse. Long vanished, Eden’s flora bloomed, cradled in the arms of nature. Water dripped like rain from soft petals, while a breeze mused his curly hair. He bloomed quietly in a garden and I was a wind-ripped lake lost in wilderness. An unforgiving, relentless soul. I could…

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I Found Myself
I Found Myself
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Published in My Selection

·Jun 25, 2022

A Lonely Woman and a River

Poem — Uptown. Downtown. All around. Swirls of people Touched by the kiss of absurdity. Flesh creating more flesh. A city grown in tumor ridden tentacles. Jumbled steel, glass, concrete and asphalt Built up in rows of skyscrapers. Whose long, jagged teeth bite holes through the heavens. Streets flow with cars and people Like rivers bent into sharp angles. Bulging subway vehicles, Merge from the…

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A Lonely Woman and a River
A Lonely Woman and a River
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Jun 14, 2022

Editors Needed

I need an editor/editors for this growing publication, would you like to be? Here is the link of my publication: My Selection “All good books are the same and when you read a good book you realize it’s already passed on to you and then that book…medium.com A Brief Introduction: “My Selection is the publication for all of you to share the memorable and universal excerpts from our favorite books with your reflections. We love reading great…

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Editors Needed
Editors Needed
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Published in Show Your City

·May 4, 2022

My Hometown, My Lost Friend

My hometown, my lost friend, Thank you for greeting me once again, at a time when we both are lost. When I wander your streets, you also wander within me, weaved into my thoughts. Winding down to your core, to the oldest part of you, I finally remember your last hug. Let’s hug once again to soothe sorrows…

Memories

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My Hometown, My Lost Friend
My Hometown, My Lost Friend
Memories

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Muhammad Nasrullah Khan

Muhammad Nasrullah Khan

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His short stories are well-recognized internationally for his unique prose style. nasar_peace@hotmail.com

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