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Ode to Cool Breeze
By JH Sayyar
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O Cool Breeze, go where people be glad!
On beaches, in parks; full of birds vales,
Where birds twitter, with glee all be mad,
Mother birds feeding kids, flying males,
Go in villas where belles look the glass,
For sex; kings be ready for a foreign trip,
To welcome belles standing at the port,
To waste country wealth on the pros,
Go into belles’ rooms, awake them from kip,
Wait lovers in gardens and in the court
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Make happy the tired; with a night toil,
Make fresh; all day in the offices sit,
Do nothing but waste time on the soil,
Make happy the writers, who sell the wit,
Make happy cutes wait for lovers in a park,
In see through dresses, a bachelors’ paradise,
Old men’s eye calm, but the lovers’ ruin,
Make fresh birds of night sing in the dark,
Go away, I with wail and woe; fall and rise,
Useless for me your being and birds’ croon
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Don’t touch my cheeks, leave me alone
The more you happy, the more I full of pain,
Bleeding heart; a darting pain in the bone,
Woes and grief fall on me Like heavy rain,
What a fate! A game of cruel time!
Rising and falling, men by your cruel paw,
To whom you support: corrupt and fool,
Go away, go where people commit a crime,
Go on the tops, where corruption, no law,
To crush the conscious, my country rule
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