Abdul Qahar Assi was one of the poets of the new generation of Afghanistan. Assi was a modernist and stereotyped poet who also wrote in ancient formats. His poems deals with Afghan issues and love.
In the following excerpts of the most beautiful Romantic and epic poems We have presented that you can use Instagram for post, capacity and storytelling.
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Need to smell the flower not with the spring wind
I have a pain in the grass with which I am alive
I do not give up on the back of the hand.
Until I have seen it.
Sometimes the wall of the ruin is sometimes a tree
Back on the mountain of heart to the sea of my life to the storm
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To what a tired winge and broken poet’s pain
Such a speech, the sonnet is so broken
Where did you open the heart of the heart
That has been broken down despite the freshness of
What happiness hymns have been disadvantaged
What bitter songs Bahar Gohar broken
What a passion for your delivery.
From which the blood grocer became jarsi, except broken
To the cry of the loud science of love
WHAT BIGHT OR BIGH
Not to the heart of the other heart.
Not to burn in the cage of another broken cage
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To the role of the on -the -life plaque on the logo
From the sunshine and the rainbow on the logo
To get the wind up the spring from the garden
Reading the Golestan on the logo
To make my hand in the hands of the purple
Mirror of your rush on the doorstep on the logo
With the hands of love with the eyes of the lover
Umbrella and my head the soil on the logo
From the precedent of you every dinner on the head
Look the moonlight on the logo
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Remained to the fresh air. My sonnet And My sadness
To God you bring my sonnets and my sadness
All is greetings of love and the word of acquaintance
All light boasts my sonnets and my sadness
The kindness of kindness has reached Mubarak
That would not be left to my sonnets and my sadness
Cho Qalandaran Safi Cho Naked Guni Sadegh
Dugs and do not know my sonnets and my sadness
To the earth’s dandruff and to the heart of the heart
Roses of my sonnets and my sadness
Come to the heartfelt realm of the imagination
That all of my sonnets and my sadness
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The dark house, the heart of the garden and the dark desert
Without you every alley of this dark town
Tired sky and the sunshine
Month of Dark Prison
What is the wall that you don’t have in that
Darkel
Without you storms the heart of the stormy temple
Poured in the doorstep, in the burnt, the dark porch
The dark wind and throat, the black head
And the hellish sadness of the two so blur
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Sometimes the silver plain can see you in the golden sea
You see the existence of an art to foot.
Wave wave from shirts shirts to the eye
Nazanin! Today you see Gohar
The vein is boiling by seeing you
Special I see with more facial
I had seen the effects of the vision of this trip
I see the Qur’an Ayatollah
Whatever I see you sleep in and in my wake
Flower leaves in the sugarcane of sugar
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Tobacle came to the misery of the moon’s smoke
You laughed lips and the sun came
In the garden’s way to the air.
You have a river on the river.
You got a flower to the hair and the sad bird of lover
Balb’s song came from the rose bed
You went on fire lonel
You came and my heart came out of the doom
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The poems
Neither a hand of help nor leave my home. My heart
Not the work of the people and my work. My heart
Put on the night to Kashmir
Dawn on the bloody cable of grass my heart
Cho’s breeze and sisters in his life
Garden of the garden.
Cho head cried out to cry
The angel to be sad for his heart. My heart
Cho Singing Single Single Breath
Named Name and Renon Call my heart
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Cable
O cable
Do not make your wounds naked
Death is not ashamed of your misery
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